"03 - Sunrunner's Fire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rawn Melanie)

Alasen to help with the archives; her adored elder sister Birani was Obram's widow.

There were similar cold-blooded horrors to be found in Pandsala's records, all of them with justifications that were perfectly reasonable by her standards. None of her murders had ever been suspected, and some had been positively brilliant in their cunning. For example, she had marked Tibayan of Lower Pyrme for death because of his intransigence regarding certain issues. He had been one of those rare people to whom a simple bee sting was poisonous. Pandsala's notes showed that in the summer of 714, she had arranged for a whole swarm of the insects to be set loose in his private chambers. This was her most creative kill, and even through his nausea at her logical reasoning and matter-of-fact death sentences, Ostvel was compelled to admire the woman's ingenuity.

Success in another murder had not brought the desired result. Ajit of Firon's deathЧa seizure of the heart caused by poison, according to Pandsala's recordЧhad left that land without a prince. But Firon had not gone to Pol, despite his superior blood claim. Ostvel now understood the reason Rohan had given it instead to Prince Lleyn's younger grandson. Though he had unwittingly profited by Pandsala's other political executions, on discovering the reason for Ajit's death Rohan had refused to take the princedom Pandsala wished to give him and Pol.

Pandsala's final murders, however, had produced exactly her intended result. The deaths of Prince Inoat and his son Jos had left Chale of Ossetia without a direct heir. His niece, Gemma of Syr, married Sioned's nephew Tilal, and when the old man died they would become Prince and Princess of Ossetia. Pandsala had thought Gemma would wed Tilal's brother Kostas, heir of Syr, and thus merge the two princedoms; but her major aim had been to bring yet another princedom under the control of Pol's kinsmen. Through her efforts, Sioned's kin would rule Ossetia, Syr, and Kierst-Isel; allies would possess Dorval and Firon; Pol himself would hold the Desert and Princemarch. Eight out of thirteen princedoms: not a bad return for a mere eleven murders, Ostvel thought acidly.

Pandsala had had four more deaths in mind. But Kiele had destroyed herself without any assistance. Ostvel won-

dered if an earlier attempt had failedЧwhich led him to speculate about other murders she might have attempted that were not listed. But whatever her other vices, stupidity had not been among them. Eleven deaths in fifteen years were enough to fulfill most of her ambitions for Pol. More might have attracted suspicion.

It was the last entry that had given him the most worry. Ruval, Marron, and Segev, bastard sons of Princess lanthe: locations unknown. They must not be allowed to challenge Pol for possession of Princemarch.

Ostvel had stared long and hard at the names, as if ink on parchment could give him sight of their faces. He knew what everyone else knew: all three had different fathers, young lords of surpassing physical beauty; all three had been born at FerucheЧRuval in 700, Marron in 701, Segev in 703; all three were thought long dead. What he and only a few others knew was that they had escaped the destruction of their mother's castle in 704, carried off by loyal guards on horses he and Sioned and Tobin had ridden to Feruche, stolen from them in the chaos of Fire and panic that night. And he shared the knowledge with even fewer people that they were Pol's half-brothers. These three, of all persons living, Pandsala would have

killed if she could.

He glanced over to the carved wood paneling where a secret hiding place kept that parchment and certain other dangerous documents safe. Old Myrdal, long-retired commander of Stronghold's guard, had found that niche and many other interesting things when she'd paid him a visit during the first year of his residence here. She had gone through Castle Crag stone by stone and her expert eye had found not only the sliding panel in Ostvel's library, but hitherto unknown doors, passages, and stairs.

"I doubt Roelstra knew about any of this," she had remarked as they explored a concealed corridor one afternoon, her limping steps assisted by a dragon-headed cane. "He killed his father, you know, when he was barely ten. Poison, it's said. If he'd waited for a natural death, he might have learned Castle Crag's secrets. But you can see by the dirt and the mess that these haven't been used in a very long time. Probably over fifty winters."

Ostvel had personally overseen the walling-up of every

concealed passage, staircase, and chamber. The servants followed his orders, agape at the revelation of a world within the world they had known all their lives. But certain things he had left as they were, known only to himself and Alasen. The hiding place in his library was one of them; a similar secret compartment in the walls of her office was anotherЧthe reason she had chosen the room, in fact. And he left one passage clear, leading from their private chambers to those reserved for Pol when he was in residence, and thence to a concealed exit from Castle Crag. Myrdal had insisted on the latter. "You never know," she had reminded him, "when you might need to get in or out in a hurry with no one the wiser."

Not that Castle Crag had been even remotely threatened in centuries. Ostvel hoped that as he went deeper into the archives he would learn who had built it, when, and why. But for now he was more concerned with recent events, and thus returned his attention to the coffer containing documents from, the years just before Pol's birth.

Roelstra and lanthe's alliance with the Merida was nothing new to him, nor was the record of their difficulties keeping those descendants of ancient assassins in line. He smiled a little as Roelstra's anger spilled over onto parchment in venomous written accounts of the negotiations. Another congratulatory letter to lanthe on news that she was pregnant againЧwith Marron, Ostvel deducedЧwas followed by a return note from her asking about rumors of Plague.

Ostvel set that page aside, unwilling to relive a spring and summer twenty years past, when he had helplessly watched Camigwen's agonizing death. The next parchment was a copy of an agreement drawn up by Rohan and Roelstra setting the price for the dranath that had cured the Plague. Through his merchants, Roelstra had demanded and received a colossal sum for the herb that grew only in the Veresch. His following letter to lanthe had been full of amazement and fury that Rohan had produced the required amount of gold. Neither had ever

icssed that it had not come from emptying his treasury,

ut by using dragon gold.

But the cure had come too late for his Camigwen,

Rohan's mother Princess Milar, Maarken's twin Jahni, thousands of othersЧand Sioned's unborn child. Ostvel's jaw muscles tightened. Rohan had always suspected but never been able to prove that Roelstra had withheld the drug until certain of his enemies were dead of Plague. It was the Goddess' blessing that Rohan had not been among

them.

He dug deeper, finding a letter in which lanthe exulted at the birth of her second son, another asking her father to arrange an attack on a trade caravanЧand a copy of his testy reply suggesting she get her pet Merida to do it. He wondered at that, then realized that such an attack would bring out the garrison of Desert troops which had been stationed below Feruche at that time. Anything lanthe wished Rohan to know could be told to the commander, who would tell his prince. There had been just such a gambit when dragons had flown over Feruche in 7Q4; nothing was more calculated to bring Rohan to a place than the chance to see dragons. And when he had ridden up to Feruche, lanthe had captured him.

Another several layers of parchment dealt with Segev's birth, lanthe's subsequent ostentatious celibacy, her plan for getting Rohan out of Stronghold to view the dragons. Ostvel nodded; his guess had been correct, then. She obviously intended all at Feruche to know that the child she carried that year was Rohan's; her smug letters to her father gloated on that very subject. But did anyone know this child was Pol? He held his breath when he came upon her last letter.

It's rumored that Stoned is pregnantЧalthough I saw no signs of it when she was my guest here. I hope one of my guardsmen fathered the childЧdid I send you details of how often they entertained her? If I forgot, remind me to tell you in person. You desired her at one time, I believe? So it should be highly satisfying to watch her public disgrace. Whatever she whelps, it will be my son and not hers who is Rohan's acknowledged heir. Soon I will hold the next High Prince in my arms, and all will know him as your grandson. He'll rule the Desert after we've disposed of Rdhan, Maarken, Andry, and SorinЧand anybody else who might claim either land or stand in his way. I'll write again after delivery of our little shining star. And who

knowsЧhe might even inherit the Sunrunner gift that appears in Rohan's family !