«How is she?» he asked, coming to the opposite side of the bed to take one of his wife’s slack hands in his. Brion prudently remained by the door, trying to be unobtrusive, waiting until Kenneth should dismiss his sister and leave them in privacy.
«Oh, Kenneth, Kenneth», his younger sister murmured, gently shaking her head as she reapplied the wet cloth to Alyce’s forehead. «I’m so glad you got here in time. She’s burning up with fever».
«I can feel it», Kenneth replied, touching the back of his hand to her forehead, then bringing the hand he held to his lips. «Claara, I need a few minutes alone with her. Could you please leave us for a little while?»
«Of course», Claara said quietly. «Perhaps your squire would like something to eat. Lads that age usually do».
«He’ll wait», Kenneth said curtly, though Brion was already shaking his head. «He’s brought a message from the king. Come over here, lad. And Claara, why don’t you have something to eat yourself? I’ll keep watch».
Not speaking, Claara inclined her head and slipped past Brion, who closed the door behind her.
«Latch it», Kenneth said quietly, «then come over here».
Silently Brion obeyed, coming to stand at the other side of the great bed, opposite Kenneth. Alyce’s eyelids had fluttered open during their converse, and she managed a weak smile for her husband, but then she turned her burning gaze on the new king.
«Brion!» she whispered. «Thank God! And thank you for coming, Sire». She paused to swallow. «Needless to say, I should rather have been able to come to you».
«And I, my lady, for it would have meant that you were not ill».
Alyce smiled again, briefly closing her eyes. «Courtly like your father. And like your father, you must have the means to defend yourself». She looked up at him again. «Did you bring the Haldane brooch, and the silver bracelet he gave you?»
Eager now, Brion pushed back his right sleeve to show her the wide bracelet cuff, engraved with a pattern of running lions. «I pinned the brooch inside my cloak», he added. «It wouldn’t have done for anyone to have seen it and recognized me».
«Please let me hold the bracelet», she whispered, holding out her free hand, «and come around to sit here beside me».
Without demur, the king removed the bracelet and put it in her hand, then came around to sit on the stool Kenneth had pushed closer with one booted toe.
«Help me sit», she murmured to Kenneth, who eased her more upright and inserted several pillows at her back to support her. After a moment to compose herself, she turned the bracelet to gaze at the three runes engraved inside, then set her forefinger over the first one and whispered, «One!»
The word triggered an immediate reaction. As she gasped, her eyelids flickering, her entire body went rigid for a long moment. Then she exhaled in a long-drawn sigh and relaxed. With a second breath she opened her eyes, very calm now, but Kenneth could see the rapid pulse in her throat, and the quickening of her breath.
«Dear God, I had not known what would be required», she whispered, very deliberately setting the bracelet aside. «So much to do, so little time. My prince, it may be that I shall not be able to complete the entire sequence just now. I may not have the strength. But some, at least, I think I can awaken in you. Please give me your hands», she invited, offering the king her palms.
Without hesitation, the king leaned forward to set his hands on hers, though the heat of her flesh caused his glance to dart downward in alarm.
«Pay no mind to that», she ordered, as she closed her thumbs over the backs of his hands. «Steady him, Kenneth», she said to her husband.
Deftly, Kenneth moved behind the king’s stool to set his hands on the royal shoulders, bracing Brion’s back against his chest. Alyce closed her eyes, her lips moving slightly. Though Kenneth could sense nothing of what then began to pass between her and the king, he felt Brion’s long, shuddering gasp just before his body stiffened and the raven head snapped back against his shoulder.
He could not guess what the effort was costing his wife, but it was hard enough on the king. For a long moment Brion ceased breathing altogether, balanced on a long-drawn breath — long enough for Kenneth to begin worrying.
But then, with a gentle sigh, the tension drained from Brion’s body and he began breathing again: great, gasping gulps that gradually eased as the process slackened off, though he remained a dead weight in Kenneth’s arms.
A gasp from Alyce shifted his focus back to her as she, too, stirred, head moving groggily from side to side as she opened her eyes.
«God help me, I can do no more», she whispered, tears brimming as she weakly lifted one trembling hand first to her own forehead, then to Brion’s. «Go now, my prince, and rest beside the fire».
Vague awareness flickered in his eyes as he opened them, but he rose like a sleepwalker and did as she commanded, staggering a little to sink down on the hearthrug and cradle his head on one arm. As soon as he had settled, Kenneth sat on the bed beside his wife and gathered her into his arms, briefly bending to touch a kiss to her fevered brow.
«Too late», she murmured, her voice thin and thready. «I only had strength to complete some of the work. I have awakened the Truth-Reading talent, which will stand him in good stead as king…and I sensed a stirring of shields — I know not how much they would withstand. But more, I cannot. So tired…»
«No more now, my love», he whispered. «Rest. Regain your strength. There will be time and strength enough to complete your work later, when you are well».
«Would that it were so…». Her reply was all but inaudible. «But I am spent. That work now will fall to Alaric, when he is grown. In the meantime…you must guide our new king as best you can, and guard our son so that he may fulfill what has been ordained. Promise me…»
«No! You will recover to finish the work!»
«I cannot», she replied, weakly shaking her head. «Promise me!»
«I–I promise», Kenneth breathed, tears blurring his vision.
«I will haunt you, if you keep not your promise», she said with a faint smile. «One thing more: I wish to be buried at Culdi, in the chapel that Earl Jared built for his stillborn daughter».
«At Culdi?» Kenneth blurted. «Why at Culdi? Shall you not lie here, with my Morgan ancestors? Or at Cynfyn or Coroth, with yours?»
Alyce briefly closed her eyes, a faint smile curving at her lips. «Culdi once belonged to St. Camber, my love — if anyone should ask why. And I will lie with Corwyn-kin. Little Alicia McLain would have been my niece. Remember that Vera is my twin».
He shook his head, looking troubled. «I had put it from my mind».
«And you must keep it from your mind», she replied. «No one must ever know, for her children must be protected. But because of this kinship, I wish you to foster our children with her and Jared when they are older, for you will be much at court with the king. You are cousin-kin to Jared through several branches of your family, so no one will think it odd. In time, as our children grow to maturity, it is my hope that Vera will be able to teach them something of their Deryni heritage. Would that I could be here to see those years…»
«You will be!» Kenneth whispered emphatically, wishing that words could make it so.
She shook her head weakly, fatigue and fever drawing her toward eternal sleep.
«Bring me my children, dearest husband. I would bid them good-bye…».
«Alyce…!»
But she drifted into unconsciousness then, so Kenneth took advantage of it to fetch the children, as she had requested. Bidding Melissa to bring the infant Bronwyn, he went himself to wake his sleeping son. Llion roused as he entered the room, sleepless anyway, for concern about Alyce, but Kenneth raised a staying hand as he went to Alaric’s bedside.