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"I'm sure," he answered.
South of the Market Square, Leyladin turned left, and they walked the block to her house. There the blonde healer took out a large brass key and inserted it in the lock. "Soaris is off today, and Father is back in Vergren again. Then he's going to Tyrhavven."
"He was in Vergren the last time I talked to you."
"He's worried about something, but he hasn't said much about it. I think it's timber this time. That's why he has to go to Sligo." Leyladin opened the door and held it open.
Inside was cooler than in the afternoon sun, much cooler, and Cerryl blotted away the dampness on his forehead, hoping he would cool inside the granite dwelling.
"Meridis!" The blonde walked through the foyer into the silk-hung entry hall and then through another door.
Cerryl followed her into the kitchen.
The gray-haired Meridis, wearing a pale blue shirt and no overtunic, looked up from the worktable where she was rolling out something. "Lady, I did not expect you so soon."
"We need something to eat. Nothing fancy. Fruit, cheese, some bread ..."
"Aye, those I can do." Meridis wiped her hands on the weathered gray apron cinched around her. "Go and sit down. Be but a bit. Even have some cool redberry. Now ... you sit down."
Feeling almost shooed from the kitchen, Cerryl followed Leyladin into a small room where a golden oak table with four chairs sat halfway into a hexagonal room, the outer three walls comprised of floor-to-ceiling windows facing north. Leyladin plopped down in a chair on one side of the table, her back to the windows.
Cerryl sat across from her. "Redberry?" I drink it when I can. Too much wine or ale, and I have trouble with healing. They say that the full Blacks on Recluce don't drink wine or ale or spirits."
Meridis appeared with a warm loaf of dark bread, a bowl filled with early peaches and green apples, and three wedges of cheese-one yellow, one yellow-white, and one pale white. Setting those down, she departed, only to return immediately with two platters and cutlery. A third trip brought two of the crystal goblets and two pitchers. "Redberry and golden ale. Now ... eat afore you both melt." A brusque nod preceded her departure.
"Ah ... she ..."
"Meridis is family. She's not hesitated to let me know when she disapproved. She likes you. That's why the ale."
"How would she know?" Cerryl couldn't help frowning. "She's only seen me once-that I know of."
"She makes up her mind quickly. She doesn't change it easily." A smile crossed Leyladin's lips. "She's usually right. Not always, but enough that I'd never wager against her. Neither would Father." She poured ale for Cerryl and redberry for herself.
Cerryl waited for her to take a sip of her redberry before tasting the ale. "It's good. Then, everything here is good."
"Everything?" She arched her eyebrows.
"Everything."
"I'm glad you approve. Have some cheese ... or something. You're pale."
Cerryl cut several slices of cheese off each wedge and nodded to her.
"Thank you." The healer took a wedge of the white and one of the yellow, then broke off a chunk of the dark bread.
Cerryl tried the pale white with bread. Before he knew it, he'd eaten three wedges of cheese with bread.
"You were hungry."
"It's been a long day," he admitted.
"Yesterday was for me. I just about fell into my bed last night."
"How is Duke Estalin's son?"
"He will recover. He wasn't that sick." Leyladin shook her head. "Sometimes ..." She looked at Cerryl. "You heard about Duke Berofar, didn't you?"
He frowned. "Heard what? I don't hear that much, not on gate duty, and not when I really don't know that many of the full mages-the younger ones, I mean."
"It couldn't hurt to eat with a few others," she pointed out. "The more who know you as a real person..."
He nodded. That made sense. "What about Duke Berofar?"
"He died. Gorsuch ... I just don't know."
"Don't know what?" Cerryl continued to feel that the more he learned about anything, the less he really knew. He took one of the green apples and cut it into wedges, then offered them to Leyladin.
"Thank you." She took one and ate it. "Berofar-he's from the old line out of Asula, and his first consort and his son and daughter died of the raging fever. That wasn't ten years ago, and that left him without an heir. I don't think he cares much for women. Still, he needed an heir, and that's why he consorted again. Young Uulrac was born at the turn of spring four years ago."
Cerryl ate two of the apple quarters and offered the last to the blonde healer. He cut another wedge of cheese for himself and listened.
"I think the Council will suggest that Gorsuch be one of the regents."
"He's the Council representative to Hydlen?"
She nodded. "Doesn't it seem strange to you?"
"What?"
"Jeslek has you kill Lyam-and Lyam wouldn't go along with the road taxes and tariffs, and the new prefect of Gallos knows that he could be removed if he doesn't. The old Viscount of Certis opposed our tariffs, and he and his entire family died of the bloody flux. Duke Berofar was trying not to provide levies and troops for us... and as soon as I'm tending one duke's son-where my absence would be a problem- Berofar dies ..."
"Strange" wasn't the word Cerryl would have used. He could see the patterns once he had the facts. He just didn't know enough and wondered if he ever would. Fairhaven seemed so open and simple on the surface, like a calm ocean or lake, but most of what went on was below the surface. Was it that way everywhere?
"It's possible," he agreed.
Her eyebrows raised, as if in a question.
"That Sterol decided Berofar was a problem. I don't think any of the more powerful mages-Sterol, Jeslek, maybe Anya, or Kinowin- would stop for a moment to remove a ruler who might thwart Fairhaven."
"Doesn't that bother you?"
Cerryl shrugged, then took another swallow of the ale and refilled his goblet before answering. "It does, and it doesn't."
"That's a safe answer." Her tone was bitter.
"That's not what I meant. I haven't seen any place like Fairhaven.
The streets are clean. There aren't many thieves. You can drink the water. You can buy most anything if you have the coins. People seem happy, most of them, and happier than the other places in Candar where I've been."