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moved nor spoke, merely studied her face as if he would flay it to see the soul beneath.
    “Were you happy when they betrothed you?” Maryn said at last.
    “He was better than the other choice my uncles gave me, was all. Uncle Tibryn wanted to marry me off to Lord Nantyn.”
    At that Maryn relaxed. “If I were a lass,” he said, “I'd marry a kitchen lad before I'd marry Nantyn.”
    “And so would I have.”
    “No doubt Braemys looked like a prince by comparison.” Maryn pried himself off the door and walked over to her. “But he's refusing my offer of fealty.”
    “I was rather afraid he would.”
    “Me too. Of course.”
    Maryn hesitated, considering her, then put his hands either side of her face. “Do you love me, Lilli?”
    “I do.”
    “With all your heart?”
    “Of course.”
    Maryn bent his head and kissed her. Lilli slipped her arms around his neck and let him take another. When they were together, it seemed to her that she'd never loved anyone or anything as much as she loved her prince.
    “Can you stay for a while?” she whispered. “Please?”
    “I shouldn't. I meant to ask you about Braemys, is all. Ye gods, I feel half-mad at times, when I think of you.”
    For a moment she nearly wept, simply because he was leaving, but he bent his head and kissed her.
    “I'll return in the evening, my lady,” he whispered. “Hold me in your heart till then.”
    Before Lilli could speak he turned and ran out of the room. The door slammed so hard behind him that it trembled. Despite the spring sun pouring in the window, she felt cold. It's like I'm half-mad, too, she thought. All at once she no longer wanted to be alone.
    Lilli left her chamber and headed for the kitchen hut out back of the broch complex. Since she was terrified of meeting Bellyra face-to-face, she'd taken to begging her meals from the cook at odd moments of the day, but the only way out of the central broch lay through the great hall. Lilli paused on the spiral stairs, saw no sign of Bellyra, then crept down, keeping to the shadows near the wall. When she reached the last step, Degwa trotted up, so preoccupied that she nearly ran into Lilli. On the serving woman's dress gleamed a silver brooch, set with glass.
    “Pardon,” Degwa said briskly.
    “Granted,” Lilli said. “How fares the princess?”
    Degwa looked elsewhere and flounced off without sayinga word more. Lilli choked back tears and rushed outside. She was hoping to find Nevyn in his chamber, but just as she reached the side broch she met him coming out, dressed in his best grey brigga and a clean shirt.
    “What's wrong?” Nevyn said. “You look ill.”
    “I feel ill,” Lilli said. “But not from my wretched lungs, my lord. It was only a woman's matter. I don't want to keep you. I can see you're off on some important business or suchlike.”
    “I just came back from a visit to the temple of Bel, if you mean these fancy clothes. Now—what's so wrong?”
    “It's Degwa. She just snubbed me in the great hall, but that's not the worst of it. Have you noticed the brooch she's wearing today?”
    “I did at that.” Nevyn looked puzzled. “What of it?”
    “It belonged to my mother.”
    Nevyn pursed his lips as if he were going to whistle.
    “Someone must have looted it when the siege ended,” Lilli went on. “And then given it to Decci.”
    “I'll wager I know who it was,” Nevyn said. “Councillor Oggyn kept a number of your mother's things. He returned the dweomer book to me, but no doubt he kept whatever else he looted. Do you want the brooch back?”
    “I don't, but do you think it might be cursed or suchlike?”
    “It might, at that. It's a nasty thing to speak ill of the dead, but I fear me your mother brings out the worst in me. There are certain workings that can charge an ordinary thing as if it were a talisman. That blasted curse tablet is just such a thing, as no doubt you realize. Your mother might well have set a weaker spell on her jewelry to do harm