“Arian, one of my besetting faults is that I do say what I mean, whether it is in order or not. Be sure I do mean what I said. I like you; Kieri is one of my oldest friends. But I have other responsibilities, and Kieri’s given me leave. We’re riding tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll miss you,” Arian said. Dorrin heard the matter-of-fact tone and knew that Arian had, in spite of everything, made the adjustment to her new role and duties. She hoped the queen would find other friends here, women she could relax with. The Queen’s Squires might become such, but that would take time. “And did I ever thank you for what you said when I came to you before?” Arian asked.

“No need,” Dorrin said, shaking her head. “We are both Knights of Falk, sisters of the ruby and the blade, who have fought evil together. Come visit me whenever you please. Though I must be at Midsummer Court and probably again at Autumn Court, you would be welcome any time.”

“I will not be running from anything when I come,” Arian said, grinning. “And I hope you will visit here again.”

Dorrin chuckled. “If Beclan had his way, I imagine we would be here many times a year. He has enjoyed the attention from Lyonyan girls, but the boy has much to learn before I approve betrothal. For myself, I like to know I have friends across the border. I will come back, be assured, and not just on Beclan’s behalf.”

“I hope your problems with your king’s court are over,” Arian said.

“As do I,” Dorrin said. “But I suspect suspicion will not die so quickly. And now, I really should go check on Beclan. He’s supposed to be packing for us.” Dorrin rose.

“And you fear for that gorgeous formal robe?”

“A little,” Dorrin said. “I’ll need it later.”

“I’ll come in with you,” Arian said.

Early the next morning, Dorrin checked the girth of her horse as Beclan held the reins.

“A moment!”

She looked at the palace entrance. To her surprise, Duke Mahieran was coming down the steps.

“Yes, my lord?”

“I wanted to say goodbye to your kirgan,” he said formally.

“Of course,” Dorrin said. She nodded at Beclan, who had been holding her reins. “Go on, Kirgan.”

“I will report to the king,” Duke Mahieran said, “your correct behavior in this situation. It pleases me and will please the king, who granted us leave to speak, that you have adhered to the restrictions. Your—my kirgan, Rothlin, wishes you to know that he admires how you have borne yourself throughout.”

“Thank you,” Beclan said. His back straightened a little.

“And you, Duke Verrakai, have … have done all you ought for the king’s honor and your kirgan’s welfare. I wish you well.”