The King of the Crags by Stephen Deas Page B

turned away from him. ‘Let them go, let them go - that’s all you ever say. I’m beginning to think you’re far too attached to this new family of yours. Let them go? Why? So Shezira can wage war on me? I’d rather face the skinny little rag of a daughter that rests so uncomfortably on her throne. So Valgar can stir trouble on my borders? Let his feeble-minded wife be the thorn in my side.’
     
    She was flaunting herself, letting him see the slit of her under-gown, the long gash of naked skin beneath, all the way to the small of her back. She knew exactly what she was doing, of course. He felt himself stir. ‘Not so feeble, my love. She is undoubtedly supporting the Red Riders.’
     
    Zafir threw back her head and laughed and brushed her fingers over the silk sheets on the bed. ‘The Red Riders? Twenty dragons loose on my borders, and so far all they’ve done is burn a few peasants. If that’s the best she can do then I’ve no fear of her. No, they’re just loose ends that our idiot Night Watchman failed to clean up when Shezira murdered my husband. Let them brood in the Worldspine for a few weeks. They’ll go home soon enough.’
     
    ‘They stole five of your dragons and they burned Drotan’s Top.’
     
    ‘And I’ve already taken three of them back. They tickled my feet, Jehal, that’s all. Drotan’s Top was some huts on a hill. And they didn’t burn it. They didn’t dare.’
     
    ‘I remember your face when you first heard the news, my love. Dark and stormy as the Endless Sea.’
     
    She pouted at him. ‘They won’t be allowed to do it again. The Red Riders are barely even a nuisance now. I’m inclined to let them be for a while. We can make some sport with them after I kill their queen.’
     
    Jehal shifted on his feet. ‘They make me nervous.’ If I were you, I’d stamp on them. But I’m not, and sometimes it amuses me to watch you falter. He smiled at her. ‘Hyrkallan leads them and he’s no fool.’
     
    Now she yawned. ‘Then he’ll know to give up and go home.’
     
    ‘Don’t be so sure, my love. He might just burn something that matters first.’ He moved behind her and ran his fingers along the skin of her spine. ‘Show some grace. Let Shezira go. Let the cloud of suspicion hang over her for the rest of her reign. Let everyone wonder whether Hyram fell or whether he was pushed. The longer you hold her, the more your enemies will rally under her banner. Let her go and some will start to question her. Your Red Riders will quietly fade and disperse.’
     
    Zafir waved him away. ‘The world thinks Valgar tried to have me killed. I’d look laughably weak if I let him go.’
     
    Here we go again . ‘Fine, fine. Hang Valgar if you have to hang someone. But let Shezira go.’
     
    ‘She pushed my husband off a balcony.’
     
    ‘No, she didn’t. He was drunk and he fell, and you were glad to be rid of him. Not only is that something that most of the kings and queens will believe, it happens to be true.’ Not quite true, actually, but that’s one little secret I’ll keep to myself.
     
    ‘I want Lystra gone, Jehal. Before she gives birth to your heir. Otherwise I’ll have to get rid of both of them, and that means two assassins and paying twice as much money. Better to get them both together, eh?’
     
    On some days the window called more loudly than on others. He growled, a mixture of frustration and desire, pushing the thought away. Not yet. ‘I am here, my love. Lystra is far away, pining for me no doubt, as any woman would, but not actually having me. I am here, I am yours and only yours. I haven’t even touched another woman since you took the Adamantine Spear in the Glass Cathedral and became mistress of the realms.’ Although the ancestors know how I’ve been tempted. More and more of late. I might start with your vapid little sister.
     
    She turned back to him and smiled. It always worked, appealing to her vanity. A hand reached out and stroked his cheek.