her mother. Take now; she was in an ordinary brown tunic and full homespun breeches that would not have been out-of-place on one of the Holderkin beyond the Karsite Border.
:Jisa, Jisa,: he sighed, and shook his head. Her eyes lit, and her pretty, triangular face became prettier with the mischief behind them. There were times he suspected her of dressing so plainly just to annoy him a little. :Any other girl your age in your position would have a closet full of fine clothing. My motherâs maids dress better than you do!:
Mindspeech with Jisa was easier than talking aloud; sheâd been a Mindspeaker since she was six and use of Mindspeech was literally second-nature to her. On the other hand, that made it very difficult to keep things from her....
:Then no one will ever guess you are my father, will they?: she replied impudently. :Perhaps you should be grateful to me, Father-Peacock.:
He tugged a lock of hair. :Mind your manners, girl. I get more than sufficient back-chat from Yfandes; I donât need it from you. Feeling any better?:
She rubbed her right eye with the back of her hand, ignoring the handkerchief she held in it. :A bit,: she admitted.
:Then why donât you go find Trev? Heâs probably looking for you.: Van chuckled. Everyone who knew them knew that the two had been inseparable from the moment Treven stepped onto the Palace grounds. That pleased most of the Circle and Courtâexcept those young ladies of the Court who cherished an infatuation with the handsome young Herald. Treven was a finely-honed, blond copy of his distant cousin Herald Tantras, one with all of Tranâs defectsânot that there were manyâcorrected. He had half the girls of the Court trailing languidly after him.
And he was Jisaâs, utterly and completely. His loyalty was without questionâand no one among the Gifted had any doubts as to his love for her.
Sometimes that worried Van; not that they were so strongly attracted to each other, but because Treven was likely to have to make an alliance-marriage, just the way his grandmother, Queen Elspeth, had.
It would never be a marriage in more than name, Vanyel was certain of that. There were conditions in Trevenâs case that his grandmother and cousin had not ever needed to consider. Elspeth had not been a Mindspeaker; Randi wasnât much of one. No one but another Herald with that particular Gift could guess how distasteful it would be for a powerful Mindspeaker like Trev to make love to someone who was not only mind-blocked, but a total stranger. Probably a frightened, unhappy stranger.
One wonders how any Mindspeaking Monarch could be anything but chaste....
Yet the Monarchs of Valdemar had done their duty before, and likely would do so again. Probably Trev would have to, as well. Yes, it was heartrending, but it was a fact of life. Heralds did a lot of things they didnât always like. As far as that went, for the good of Valdemar, Vanyel could and would have bedded anyone or anything.
In fact, he had done something of the sort, though it hadnât been exactly disagreeable; Van had fathered Jisa with poor, dear Shavri, when Randale proved to be sterileâeven though his preference was, then and now, for his own sex....
Shaych, they called it nowâfrom the Tayledras word shayâaâchern, though only a handful of people in all of Valdemar knew that. Though openly shaych, heâd given Shavri a child because Randale couldnât, and because sheâd wanted one so desperatelyâRandi needed his lifebonded stable and whole, and the need for a child had been tearing her apart.
And her pregnancy had stilled any rumors that Randale might not be capable of fathering a child, which kept the channels open for proposals of alliance-marriages to him, at least until his illness became too severe to hide.
But because Randale had needed to keep those lines openâand because Shavri was terrified of even the idea of