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Chi’lan . Several clapped Rhyn on the back before going back to their mead. Many went back to their business.
    Tamar chuckled but he gave Rhyn an appraising look. “Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked. “I’ve never had anyone move so quickly that they could take me down.”
    “ Chi’lan training,” Rhyn replied grinning.
    Cahal stood beside them and chuckled. “Perhaps, but I’ve never seen anyone move so fast.” He nodded at the sword that hung at Rhyn’s side. “Nor have I seen a Sword of Power. I thought they were all destroyed before the Truce — where did you get that?”
    Rhyn shrugged. “From my father.”
    A lie? Ni’yah’s voice echoed in his head. My, are we taking this mortal thing a little too seriously?
    A necessity , Rhyn’athel replied. He met Tamar’s gaze and saw that the Chi’lan was studying him curiously.
    “You’re more than first-blood,” Tamar said at last. He turned and took another flagon of mead before returning to the knife game.

CHAPTER Fourteen
     
    Lachlei left the council’s chambers. The cold air bit into her face as she strode back to the great hall. Laewynd was a fool, she decided. His faith and trust in her were misplaced. She couldn’t lead the Lochvaur against their enemies, let alone to the greatness Fialan envisioned. And yet, there was no one else. There was no other first-blood capable of doing what she could.
    But, even as she thought this, Lachlei knew she was wrong. There was Rhyn. Lachlei could sense that Rhyn was as powerful as Fialan had been. Maybe even more so. But Rhyn was a stranger and was not of Caer Lochvaren. Indeed, he was not of any Lochvaur line known to exist. How could the Lochvaur of Caer Lochvaren have missed such a bloodline? Lachlei couldn’t imagine it. Even the North Marches were not so remote when it came to blood kin.
    “I told you Laewynd would make you queen,” said Kellachan as he strode beside her.
    Lachlei glared at him. “Damn it, Kel, I’m not fit to lead the army.”
    Kellachan grinned. “Yes, you are — only you won’t admit it.”
    Lachlei shook her head. “Kel, my husband is dead and I must find his murderers. They have used dark magic against him.”
    Kellachan nodded. “I know,” he said. He met her gaze earnestly. “Lachlei — have you thought that those who killed Fialan were not looking merely to slay him?”
    Lachlei stared. She thought of the demon. “You think it was an attack against the Lochvaur ?”
    “What do you think?”
    Lachlei gazed into the starry sky. She had thought the demon killed Fialan because he was a powerful Lochvaur . She had not thought about the consequences of his death. Of course, now that Fialan was gone, there was no one to protect the kindred. She shook her head, lost in her own muddled thoughts. “I think I am very tired,” she said at last. She reached the door to the great hall and pulled it open.
    The noise of the hall poured into the darkness. Lachlei smiled as she saw that the warriors were still drinking. Of course, they would still be drinking. Lachlei would have crept to her private chambers unnoticed if she had a choice. But Cahal spied her as she slid through the door with Kellachan beside her. Cahal stood at attention and other Chi’lan followed, including Rhyn. His silver eyes seemed to cut right through her. The hall fell silent.
    Lachlei frowned. She knew they were expecting her to say something. The weariness of the month filled her. She simply wanted to sleep.
    “It appears that both Laewynd and the High Council have overridden my personal desires,” she said without preamble. She glanced at Kellachan who smiled at her. “The High Council has chosen me as your queen.”
    A deafening roar drowned out her words. The Chi’lan cheered and pulled their daggers from their belts. “Lachlei! Lachlei!” they chanted and pounded their pommels against the tables to their words.
    Lachlei raised her hands for silence, but they only shouted