“It’s supposed to smell like that,” Lucivar replied. “It’s a reminder not to do stupid things that make you need it.”

She didn’t answer him. Just as well.

When he finally worked most of the stiffness out of her shoulders, she said, “You had a visitor.”

“Who was it?” He poured more liniment into his hand and used a warming spell on it since she wasn’t resisting the rubdown anymore.

“She didn’t say.”

Lucivar stiffened. After a moment, he smoothed the warm liniment over Marian’s back, giving the area around her wings special attention. “Probably Roxie. Did you let her in?”

“No. Didn’t like her.” Marian’s eyes were closed. Her voice had the slur of someone half asleep. “That’s why you have locks on the doors.”

“That’s exactly why.”

“Thought so.” She took a deep breath, let it out in a sigh. “I made stew.”

He stopped kneading her muscles and leaned over far enough to see her face. “Are we still talking about Roxie?”

“No. Dinner. Stew. You can eat some.”

“All right.”

Her messages delivered, Marian fell asleep.

After studying her for a long moment, Lucivar decided nothing short of dragging her into the bathroom and holding her under a stream of cold water would wake her. So he finished her back, then pulled down the sheet and rubbed liniment on her legs. When he was done, he vanished the bottle of liniment, pulled up the bedcovers, and put a warming spell on them to keep her from getting chilled during the night.

He ate a bowl of quickly warmed stew, told Tassle to keep watch, and flew to the Keep, where he’d left Jaenelle a couple of hours ago.

She closed her book and studied him. “What brings you back here tonight, Brother?”

Her knowing he was there as her brother and not as a Warlord Prince who served in her court made this a lot easier. “I need a favor, and I don’t want to explain why.”

TEN

TEN

Tarl, the head gardener at SaDiablo Hall, was the first man to arrive that morning.

Which figured, Lucivar thought as he raised a hand in welcome. Tarl had probably come in the Hall’s small private Coach and stayed out of sight until the driver caught the Winds and guided the Coach to the next destination—with Jaenelle and a flustered Marian inside it.

Jaenelle had timed the note commanding Marian’s assistance perfectly. Arriving late yesterday morning, it had given Marian enough time to wash out clothing and cook enough food that he could heat up so he wouldn’t starve to death in her absence but not enough time to do anything else except get herself cleaned up and pack the small trunk Jaenelle had thoughtfully sent over from the Keep with the note.