directives, and Dominy de Laney, wife and consort of a prince of the Connait, who soon would be stepping down in favor of the fresh-faced younger man coming to his feet at her side. Rhydon Sasillion was still but five-and-twenty, but his potential had marked him out early as a mage of great potential, well worthy of the Councilâs notice.
Across the table from the three sat Dominyâs younger brother, Barrett, blinded as the ransom price for the lives of several dozen Deryni children when but a new-made knight of eighteen, hardly more than a child himself. It was Michon who had taught him how to see again, utilizing his formidable powers in a manner achieved by few of their race. Of late, he had taken up a scholarâs life, and tonight wore the emerald robes of a scholar of Nur Sayyid, the great RâKassan university.
âGreetings to you, Barrett,â Michon said, clasping a hand to the blind manâs shoulder as he passed to take his own seat. Seisyll made his way to the chair beside OisÃn, nearly opposite.
âKhoren will be along shortly,â OisÃn said, taking his seat again when the two older men had settled. He was wearing fur-lined robes of a deep oxblood hue rather than the worn riding leathers that were his customary attire. âI delivered a new mare to his brotherâs stud farm a few days ago. He will plead Twelfth Night obligations like yourselves, but I happen to know that he is also much occupied with a rare manuscript that his wife found for him. Were it not for this meeting, I doubt he would surface for days.â
The comment produced an appreciative chuckle from both newcomers, for Prince Khoren Vastouniâs appetite for obscure arcane knowledge was well known.
âNot another of Kitronâs works?â Seisyll asked.
âNo, earlier than that,â OisÃn replied, âthough he may have provided some of the marginalia. This one is attributed to a Caeriessan sage known only as Zefiryn, and I am given to understand that Soffrid annotated it. If all of this is true, it is a major find.â
The comment elicited sighs of wistful envy, and Michon leaned back in his chair with a feigned look of vexation. âThat sounds very like one Iâve been tracking. Perhaps he will share.â He glanced around the table. âWhat of Vivienne?â
âShe sends her regrets,â Dominy answered. âThis pregnancy is proving difficult.â
âI trust she is in no danger,â Seisyll said with some concern.
âNo, but she has been more comfortable,â Dominy replied. âBut this will pass. She did send me a somewhat disturbing report concerning recent developments within the royal house of Torenth.â
âIs it Prince Nimur again?â Michon muttered, as he took the document she handed him.
âAnd his brother Torval,â Barrett replied. âMore to the point, Vivienne has concerns about their maternal aunt, the very troublesome Princess Camilleâor Mother Serafina, as she prefers to call herself, these days. We can only give thanks to God that it was Camilleâs sister, and not Camille herself, who married Torenth, else it would be Camille wearing the consortâs crown. As it is, she availed herself of the training to be had at Saint-Sasile and has left her mark on several generations of Furstán nephews and collateral cousins, and not altogether in keeping with the ethical precepts to which we hold.â
Seisyll sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, looking irritated. âI am aware of the background. What is it this time?â
âWell,â Dominy said primly, âwe have known for some time that the Princes Nimur and Torval are regular visitors to Saint-Sasile, where they have formed a particularly close relationship with their aunt. She has other students, of course, but Nimur is regarded as being particularly giftedâand ambitious.â
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