“Leave her alone,” I said, really frightened now. I wondered what she might tell them. “Don’t forget who she is. Even Vortigern won’t dare to touch her. Besides, you’ve no authority. Either over me or her.”

“You think not?”

“Well, what authority have you?”

“This.” The short sword flashed in his hand. It was sharpened to a dazzle.

I said: “Vortigern’s law, is it? Well, it’s not a bad argument. I’ll go with you, but it won’t do you much good with my mother. Leave her alone, I tell you. She won’t tell you any more than I.”

“But at least we don’t have to believe her when she says she doesn’t know.”

“But it’s true.” It was the steward, still chattering. “I tell you, I served in the palace all my life, and I remember it all. It used to be said she’d borne a child to the devil, to the prince of darkness.”

Hands fluttered as people made the sign. The old man said, peering up at me: “Go with them, son, they’ll not hurt Niniane’s child, or her either. There’ll come a time when the King will need the people of the West, as who should know better than he?”

“It seems I’ll have to go with them, with the King’s warrant so sharp at my throat,” I said. “It’s all right, Dinias, it wasn’t your fault. Tell my servant where I am. Very well, you, take me to Vortigern, but keep your hands off me.”

I went between them to the door, the drinkers making way for us. I saw Dinias stumble to his feet and come after. As we reached the street Blackbeard turned. “I was forgetting. Here, it’s yours.”

The purse of money jingled as it hit the ground at my cousin’s feet.

I didn’t turn. But as I went I saw, even without looking, the expression on my cousin’s face as, with a quick glance to right and left, he stooped for the purse and tucked it into his waistband.

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

VORTIGERN had changed. My impression that he had grown smaller, less impressive, was not only because I myself, instead of being a child, was now a tall youth. He had grown, as it were, into himself. It did not need the makeshift hall, the court which was less a court than a gathering of fighting chiefs and such women as they kept by them, to indicate that this was a man on the run. Or rather, a man in a corner. But a cornered wolf is more dangerous than a free one, and Vortigern was still a wolf.