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giggled.
Seliora lifted the envelope from the silver tray on the sideboy, then opened it.
I moved closer to Seliora and looked over her shoulder, trying to read the words while maintaining a hold on a very active and squirming Diestrya.
“Dada…want to see.”
“In a moment, dear…” I tried to offer a placating tone as I struggled to catch the words of the note.
Kandryl and I would very much appreciate it if you would join us for a private dinner on Samedi, the twenty-eighth of Feuillyt, with just one other couple, his brother and Mistress Alynkya D’Ramsael…
“That’s sweet of her,” offered Seliora, lowering the note. “It’s been a while since we’ve been out to her estate.”
“Two busy weekends…” I mused.
“Oh…?”
“The following Vendrei we’re expected to be at the Council’s Autumn Ball,” I said, extracting the envelope that Master Dichartyn had given me from my imager grays.
Seliora looked at the envelope and the seal, raising her eyebrows.
“I’m told that’s the seal of High Councilor Suyrien. That was why Master Dichartyn wanted to see me.”
With only the slightest frown, Seliora opened the envelope, breaking the seal, and extracting the heavy card.
“We’re invited as guests of the High Councilor? That’s only three weeks away! I don’t have anything to wear…”
I managed not to choke openly. My darling wife had a dozen outfits that would out-dazzle any that I’d seen at previous balls.
“Why this year?” asked Seliora. “ We haven’t been asked before. You, but not us.”
“Master Dichartyn handed me the invitation when I met with him to-night, and I asked him the same thing. He only said that both High Councilor Suyrien and he wanted us both there. Even when I pressed him, he wouldn’t say.”
“So now I’m supposed to help the Collegium?” Her words were tart.
“You have all along,” I pointed out.
“Do you think he wanted us to have the Ball invitation on the same day as Iryela’s invitation…or at least no later than that? But how would he know? Oh…he got the invitation from Suyrien, and the Councilor must have known what his sons were doing.”
“He doesn’t do much without a purpose. It could be that he didn’t want to give it to us tomorrow at his house.”
“You don’t really think that, do you?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Mother will be pleased. Especially if I don’t tell her it’s to help the Collegium.”
“I suspect your grandmother will be even more so. She won’t say anything, though.”
“No…she won’t.”
A small bell chimed, Klysia’s way of reminding us that dinner was ready, and I’d still have to talk to Seliora about what had upset her…after Diestrya was in bed.
5
It wasn’t until more than two glasses later, after dinner and getting Diestrya to bed, before Seliora and I sat down in the family parlor, in front of the old iron stove with ornate castings, whose heat was slowly fading, if still radiating warmth into the room. We hadn’t lit any lamps, but we could still see each other by the light oozing from the mica lenses at the top of the stove.
“What were you so upset about when you left your family’s place this afternoon?” I asked.
“Odelia.”
“You two usually get along.” In fact, I’d never heard of a time when they didn’t. They’d been as close as sisters the whole time I’d known Seliora.
“It’s about Haerasyn.”
“Kolasyn’s younger brother, the problem one? What’s he done now?”
“He’s an elver. Not too serious, but…Odelia heard about some of the elveweed being poisoned. She wanted to know why you couldn’t stop the smuggling and the smoking. I told her that you were fortunate to be able to find out about it, and that she or Kolasyn should tell Haerasyn.”
“And?”
“She said that Haerasyn didn’t listen to his brother or to his brother’s family, especially not to Pharsis tied up with imagers.”
“That’s Haerasyn’s problem, not
Seliora lifted the envelope from the silver tray on the sideboy, then opened it.
I moved closer to Seliora and looked over her shoulder, trying to read the words while maintaining a hold on a very active and squirming Diestrya.
“Dada…want to see.”
“In a moment, dear…” I tried to offer a placating tone as I struggled to catch the words of the note.
Kandryl and I would very much appreciate it if you would join us for a private dinner on Samedi, the twenty-eighth of Feuillyt, with just one other couple, his brother and Mistress Alynkya D’Ramsael…
“That’s sweet of her,” offered Seliora, lowering the note. “It’s been a while since we’ve been out to her estate.”
“Two busy weekends…” I mused.
“Oh…?”
“The following Vendrei we’re expected to be at the Council’s Autumn Ball,” I said, extracting the envelope that Master Dichartyn had given me from my imager grays.
Seliora looked at the envelope and the seal, raising her eyebrows.
“I’m told that’s the seal of High Councilor Suyrien. That was why Master Dichartyn wanted to see me.”
With only the slightest frown, Seliora opened the envelope, breaking the seal, and extracting the heavy card.
“We’re invited as guests of the High Councilor? That’s only three weeks away! I don’t have anything to wear…”
I managed not to choke openly. My darling wife had a dozen outfits that would out-dazzle any that I’d seen at previous balls.
“Why this year?” asked Seliora. “ We haven’t been asked before. You, but not us.”
“Master Dichartyn handed me the invitation when I met with him to-night, and I asked him the same thing. He only said that both High Councilor Suyrien and he wanted us both there. Even when I pressed him, he wouldn’t say.”
“So now I’m supposed to help the Collegium?” Her words were tart.
“You have all along,” I pointed out.
“Do you think he wanted us to have the Ball invitation on the same day as Iryela’s invitation…or at least no later than that? But how would he know? Oh…he got the invitation from Suyrien, and the Councilor must have known what his sons were doing.”
“He doesn’t do much without a purpose. It could be that he didn’t want to give it to us tomorrow at his house.”
“You don’t really think that, do you?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Mother will be pleased. Especially if I don’t tell her it’s to help the Collegium.”
“I suspect your grandmother will be even more so. She won’t say anything, though.”
“No…she won’t.”
A small bell chimed, Klysia’s way of reminding us that dinner was ready, and I’d still have to talk to Seliora about what had upset her…after Diestrya was in bed.
5
It wasn’t until more than two glasses later, after dinner and getting Diestrya to bed, before Seliora and I sat down in the family parlor, in front of the old iron stove with ornate castings, whose heat was slowly fading, if still radiating warmth into the room. We hadn’t lit any lamps, but we could still see each other by the light oozing from the mica lenses at the top of the stove.
“What were you so upset about when you left your family’s place this afternoon?” I asked.
“Odelia.”
“You two usually get along.” In fact, I’d never heard of a time when they didn’t. They’d been as close as sisters the whole time I’d known Seliora.
“It’s about Haerasyn.”
“Kolasyn’s younger brother, the problem one? What’s he done now?”
“He’s an elver. Not too serious, but…Odelia heard about some of the elveweed being poisoned. She wanted to know why you couldn’t stop the smuggling and the smoking. I told her that you were fortunate to be able to find out about it, and that she or Kolasyn should tell Haerasyn.”
“And?”
“She said that Haerasyn didn’t listen to his brother or to his brother’s family, especially not to Pharsis tied up with imagers.”
“That’s Haerasyn’s problem, not
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