He suddenly felt breath on his lips.

"Hush," Anne said as she kissed him.

She smelled like the wine and apricot and fresh green apple. Her tongue searched against his, and his whole body flashed hot. He fumbled his wine down and stood, reaching for her head, cupping behind her ears, and drawing her up against him. She laughed and pressed close.

Cazio took a breath-and lifted his head.

"Wait," he said. "What-what?"

"I had to shut you up," she said, reaching back up with her mouth. "You would have gone on like that all night. Come on; you know you wanted this."

He released her and stepped back a little. "Well, yes," he said. "But you weren't interested, and then Austra…" He floundered off.

"So all of those things you said in Vitellio, when we met, and on the road home were nothing, just lies?"

"No," he said. "No, but it was before I knew who you were and before-"

"Austra," Anne finished, crossing her arms. "Before you and Austra." She frowned. "You're no good for her."

"No good for her but fine for you?"

"I'm different," Anne said. "Austra-you could hurt Austra."

"But not you?"

"Once, maybe. Not now."

"Well, I've no intention of hurting Austra," Cazio said.

"No. Otherwise you might do something like, oh, kiss her best friend."

"You kissed me!"

"That's how you tell it," Anne replied.

"Now, wait," he began, suddenly feeling that everything was out of control.

Anne suddenly laughed and picked her wine back up. "Hush, drink," she said. "Your virtue is safe. I just wanted to know."

"What?"

"If you really love Austra. If you're really faithful to her. If you can be trusted."

"Oh," he said, his head whirling. "Then this was all for her?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't for you," Anne said. "Now tacheta, and drink your wine, and don't try to explain it to me anymore."

Cazio did as he was told, desperately trying to sort out what had just happened. He'd felt more competent on his brother's boat, and he not only knew nothing about the sea but never felt adequate around his brother. He tried to sneak a glance at Anne, to see what the expression on her face was, but was a little afraid to.

When he'd first met Anne, she'd been in love with a man named Roderick, or thought she was, the way girls often did with their first paramours. Still, Cazio had always felt he had a chance. Anne had never given him much hope, though, and when he'd discovered she was in line to be queen of one of the most powerful nations in the world, he'd given up the matter for lost. Besides, his feelings for Austra had been strengthening that whole time, and he was happy with her, missed her even now.

So why did he want to grab Anne and return her kiss? Why did he find it so hard to picture Austra at the moment?

A light rap at the door caught his attention. He glanced up and saw that it was one of Anne's Sefry pages.

"Majesty," he said. "Duke Artwair of Haundwarpen begs a word."

"Yes, of course; send him in."

A moment later the duke appeared, an imposing man with steel-gray eyes and close-cropped hair. One of his hands was made of wood.

"Majesty," he said, bowing.

"Cousin, it's good to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He smiled uncomfortably. "I was riding in the area."

"That's an odd coincidence. This place is rather out of the way."

"Indeed. I was riding in the area because reports were that you were here."

"I see. You've come to collect me. Is that it?"

"You are the empress," Artwair said, "I cannot 'collect' you. But you are needed in Eslen. Your people need you on your throne."

"My people have seemed rather pleased to see me freeing their towns from torture and oppression."

"Yes, I agree. Your…adventures…have made you very popular. But now some begin to wonder if you are neglecting the larger issue of the war that seems sure to come."

"I've you to general my army."

"And you've an army to do the sort of thing you've been risking your life at these last few months. And this place-why did you come here? A monastery in the country, not so far from the Hansan border. Have you any idea how exposed you are here?"

Anne nodded. "I won't be here long. And this is the last."

"The last what?"

"The last of my 'little adventures,' as I was just telling Cazio. When I'm done here, I'll return to Eslen, I promise."

"Well, you've reduced the place," Artwair pointed out. "What more did you have in mind?"

"Don't you know where we are?" Anne asked. "The saint this faneway is dedicated to?"

The duke's eyes widened. "You wouldn't-"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"B-because that is the business of the Church," Artwair sputtered.

"A Church I have stripped of authority in my kingdom," she pointed out. "Of temporal authority, yes," Artwair said. "But this is different. Here you are definitely stepping into the realm of the sacred."

Anne shrugged. "So be it. The Church abused the boundaries first, not me."

"I don't understand," Cazio said.

Anne turned to him. "This monastery is committed to Saint Mamres, the bloody saint of war," she said. "His faneway is here. As we control it now, the Church will be making no new warrior-monks. And indeed, perhaps I will make a few of my own."

Artwair's face was still red, but the expression on it was turning thoughtful.

"It's an interesting idea," he said, "but a dangerous one. Forget the ire of the Church-"

"Done," Anne pronounced.

"Well. Forget it, then. But you aren't the first worldly ruler to try this, you know. Twenty years ago, Marhgreft Walis bribed the monks to let his bodyguard walk this faneway."

"And?"

"There were ten of them. Seven died walking it. Another went mad immediately."

"And the other two?"

"Were very good bodyguards. But the sacrifice-"

"Even bribed, I expect, the monks were loath to give up the power they guarded," Anne said. "I imagine they neglected to mention some sacaum or such that needed doing. We have a few of them to question on the matter, so we won't be missing any information."

"I'm just urging caution, Majesty."

"I know. But the enemy has Mamres monks and knights that cannot die and other monsters in number. I feel we need some of the same benefits."

"Nor do I dispute it. Just be cautious."

"I shall. And then I shall return to Eslen, I promise you, Cousin."

Artwair left, and Cazio stayed close on his heels, looking more than a little relieved to be leaving her presence. She poured herself more wine, took a swallow, and went to the window.

"What have I done?" she whispered to the faintly visible evening star. She closed her eyes, but lightning seemed to flash there and made her mind busy. Her body was humming head to toe with desire.

She and Austra had been best friends for all of her life. She loved her like a sister and in a moment had betrayed her.

She wasn't entirely stupid. She'd known her feelings for Cazio had been changing these last few months. Despite her first impressions of him, he'd proved more reliable and noble than any knight she had ever known with the possible exception of Neil MeqVren. He was also handsome, amusing, and intelligent.

And Austra's now. She'd tried to keep that firmly in her mind. But Austra should have known better, shouldn't she? Austra knew what Anne felt before she did. Austra, her best friend, had snapped up the swordsman before Anne could sort out her own feelings.

"What sort of friend is that?" she wondered aloud.

She knew that she probably wasn't being completely fair, but who was there to hear her?

Austra had no place in a fighting force and had proved that by getting injured on their first ride against the gallows of Brithwater. Nothing serious, but she'd sent her back to Eslen. These last few weeks, without her maid around, she'd felt that something was happening between her and the swordsman, something inevitable.