Cast in Sorrow (Luna Books)(3)

"There, if they're lucky, they're empowered. Somehow. Don't give me that look. I wasn't making lists. I don't know how the effect is measured. But...the ceremony has an effect."

"On all participants?" He gave the dress a pointed look.

She frowned. "I'm not sure. I'd guess no. But on some."

Severn nodded.

"Some ambitious moron on the High Council came up with a great idea. It was during one of the Draco-Barrani wars." She frowned. "I'm guessing not all adults are affected by the regalia in an obvious way. Maybe someone thought adults were less malleable. But anyway, one of the nameless High Lords suggested that if the regalia had subtle effects on the adults, it might have stronger, more useful effects on children. Those children would then be like a super – next generation, and they might make a difference in the wars.

"The High Lord of the time liked the idea.

"So twelve children were chosen. Teela was one of the twelve. Or maybe there were thirteen-they speak of twelve lost, and Teela's not lost. The children were considered gifted; smarter, faster, that kind of thing. They all came from significant families." She glanced past Teela, and caught a brief glimpse of Nightshade. "The children were brought to the West March.

"The denizens of the West March were not happy. Because they weren't happy, they didn't offer the visitors from the High Halls the hospitality of their homes; the children-and the Lords they traveled with-were placed in the Hallionne of the West March."

"The Hallionne that's considered unsafe by the rest of the Hallionne."

Kaylin nodded. "It wasn't considered unsafe at the time-but staying in the Hallionne was the equivalent of being told by family that they don't have room for you and you should go to the nearest Inn."

"The Barrani of the West March didn't want the children exposed to the regalia?"

"No. But most of the Barrani of the West March aren't Lords of the High Court, so they didn't have a voice. They couldn't prevent the children from appearing at the recitation-but they tried anyway. They died."

"During the recitation?"

Kaylin nodded, remembering the cadence of Teela's voice. Teela, who never really talked about anything except drinking and work. One of those Barrani had been her mother. "The children listened to the recitation. It was-it was a complicated tale. I think Teela said that a harmoniste and a Teller had been chosen by the heart of the green, and both collapsed the moment it was done. It was considered auspicious; most of the recitations have neither. Just the Lord of the West March."

"A harmoniste and Teller have been chosen for the upcoming recitation."

"I'm the harmoniste. Believe that I noticed."

"What happened?"

Kaylin shrugged. "The children changed. It wasn't obvious during the telling; it became obvious after. They'd returned to the Hallionne before it became clear how dangerous they were. They didn't apparently feel much loyalty toward the Barrani; I think most of the Lords responsible for their journey died in the Hallionne at their hands."

"How did Teela survive unchanged?"

"That would be the question." She hesitated again. "The Ferals that almost killed us-"

"Don't call them Ferals around the Barrani; it annoys them."

"They haven't come up with a better name. Fine. The Not Ferals that almost killed us are related, somehow, to the lost children the Barrani said were dead. When we were fighting in the forest before we reached Hallionne Bertolle, one of our attackers called Teela by name.

"And she answered. She called him by the name he used to use before he-before. Nightshade recognized the name: Terrano." She hesitated again. She glanced around the smallish clearing; Nightshade wasn't visible. "Severn, I think Nightshade wanted me to attend the regalia because of the lost children."

"Was one of them his?"

Kaylin blinked.

The thought had honestly never occurred to her. Nightshade wasn't married. He had no consort. But when the children had been taken to the West March-the same West March she was approaching-Nightshade had been a Lord of the High Court, and not Outcaste. She literally had no idea what his life had been like before the fiefs. He might have had a consort, a wife, of his own. Barrani loyalty was always situational; if Nightshade was made Outcaste, what were the odds that a wife of any position would choose to accompany him into the dismal exile of the fiefs?

"I...I don't know. I have no idea if Nightshade has-or had-children." And she wasn't going to ask. But the thought was arresting and disturbing, and she tried, mostly successfully, to push it aside. "I don't think the lost children want Teela dead. I think they want her to-finally-join them. It's like they think she was left behind, or held back."

"And Evarrim is aware of this."

"Evarrim is a-"

Severn cleared his throat, and Kaylin took the hint. "The whole High Court is probably aware of it by now. Terrano wasn't exactly subtle. I'd guess most, if not all, of the High Court is worried."

"They don't trust Teela."

Kaylin rose. "They're Barrani; they don't trust anyone." The small dragon sneezed in her ear. "I think," she added, glaring at the small dragon, "we're moving again."

* * *

The forests of the West March, or its environs, weren't exactly light-filled to begin with. The trees were too tall. But when evening began to set in, Kaylin missed the light. Moonlight was barely visible from where she was standing-and she'd chosen the spot because from here she could see at least one of the moons.

She stayed in range of Teela. She kept Severn more or less in line of sight. But what she wanted-what she missed about a city that was in theory vastly more crowded and consistently noisy-was a bit of privacy. There were no doors in the forest, and no small, enclosed space she could call her own.

But she didn't have that in Elantra anymore, either. The attempt to assassinate Bellusdeo had not only destroyed her flat, it had destroyed a large chunk of the building itself.

The small dragon snapped at something large and chitinous that was crawling up her arm; the damn bug didn't even crunch. "Do not breathe on it," she said when he opened his little jaws.

The small dragon snapped its jaws shut and whiffled.

"Kitling."

She looked up from a furious attempt to kill a buzzing, flying bloodsucker. The tone of Teela's voice made insect blood loss a triviality. She walked away from the only obvious-to mortal vision-moonlight, making a beeline for Teela.

Teela was not the only Barrani to draw weapon; the entire clearing had fallen silent.

Kaylin listened. She heard nothing.

Even the insects were quiet for one long, drawn breath. Severn unwound his weapon chain-and to her surprise, that made almost no noise, either.

The Consort lifted her chin. "From the north," she said. The Barrani turned.

In the forest, night was spreading across the ground.                       
       
           



       Chapter 2


The Lord of the West March spoke three short phrases that Kaylin did not understand. Light flared in the forest, spreading across flattened undergrowth and fallen branches until it hit a wall of darkness it couldn't penetrate.

The Consort was right: the wall of darkness existed only to the north of the group; to the west, east, and south the summoned light faded naturally. As Kaylin reached Teela's side, the small dragon dug claws into her shoulders, throwing his wings wide. He almost dislodged the precariously embedded stick that kept most of her hair out of her eyes. Reaching up, she fixed this. She couldn't afford to be half-blind. She also tried to remove him; in response he batted her hands away with his head.

And a hiss.

His wings, however, were rigidly spread. They were, Kaylin suddenly realized, covering half her face-and her left eye. She stopped trying to remove him, and instead turned to look at the moving, black wall through his wing.

"We have Ferals," she said.

The Lord of the West March was less prone to be annoyed by her inaccurate description. "Where?"

"In the wall." When he failed to answer, she added, "I see the darkness moving in as a wall. The light doesn't breech it."

"Lord Evarrim? Lady?"

"I see the...wall...that Lord Kaylin describes. I cannot see anything moving in it."

"Lord Severn?"

Severn held a blade in each hand; he came to stand beside Kaylin, and then took one step forward. He didn't set the chain spinning. "I see the shadow. I don't see what it contains."

Neither could Kaylin-with her right eye. But the translucent wing that covered the left eye clearly showed forest Ferals. She frowned. "There are three," she said. She spoke softly, squinting. "I can't be certain, but I think there are two Barrani behind the Ferals."

"Do you recognize them?"

This was not a reasonable question to ask of a mortal, even a human Hawk. "No. Neither are Iberrienne, if that's what you're asking. I think one is female. They're not obviously armed," she added, aware that this didn't mean they were harmless.

"An'Teela?"

For a long moment, Teela stared into the moving wall; the Barrani shifted formation, drawing into a tighter front line that faced north. "I see the shadow," she finally said. "Lord Evarrim, can you bring it down?"