But she wasn't at a distance now. Her eyes had been azure when they had met. They were still blue, but they seemed filmed over somehow, sometimes vacant, sometimes sharp with subtle pain a child her age should not know. Up close, Mery might be a hundred.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"What were you trying to do there?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

He knelt and stroked her hair.

"Robert won't find us again."

"He took it with him," Mery said, her voice just audible. "He tricked you into writing it, and he took it with him."

"It's all right," Leoff said.

"It's not," Mery replied. "It's not. When he plays it, I can hear it."

The hairs went up on Leoff's neck. "What?"

"He doesn't play it well," she whispered. "But now he has someone else to do it. I can hear it."

Leoff glanced over at Areana. She hadn't said anything, but tears were running quietly down her face.

"I thought you would fix it," Mery said. "Now I see you can't."

"Mery…"

"It's okay," she said. "I understand."

She lifted the thaurnharp off her lap, took it by its carry strap, and stood up.

"I'll play someplace else," she said.

"Mery, please don't go," Areana said.

But the girl already was trudging off.

Leoff watched her leave and sighed. "She expects me to do something," he said.

"She expects too much," she said.

He shook his head. "We were there, but she played it. I used her-"

"To save our lives," his wife gently reminded him.

"I'm not sure I saved hers," he said. "I thought she would get better, but she's slipping away, Rey. It's worse every day."

She nodded. "Yah."

"I should go after her."

"She wants to be alone right now," Areana said. "I think you'd better let her. She was a solitary sort of person even before."

"Yes."

"Stay here. Rest. I need to go to the market to gather a few things for dinner. I'll see if I can find something Mery might like. A ribbon or some drop."

Ribbons and candy won't help, he thought, but he smiled and gave her a kiss.

"I am a lucky man," he managed.

"We all are lucky," Areana said. "Even Mery. We have each other."

"I'm not certain about that," Leoff said.

Areana frowned. "What can you mean?"

"I had a letter yesterday from Lord Edwin Graham. Mery's mother was his sister."

"They mean to take her away? But the duke put her in our charge."

"I'm not sure what he wants," Leoff replied. "He's sending his wife here to tell us. She'll arrive on Thonsdagh."

Lady Teris Graham was tall, taller than Leoff. She had unsettling sea-green eyes and a face spotted by rusty freckles, which made her dark, nearly black hair somehow surprising. Her face was strong-boned and long like her body, and she had come in a dark green and black traveling gown that looked expensive. She had two servants and two bodyguards with her, which also spoke of money. She was younger than he had expected. Areana had seated her in their small parlor, which up until then they really hadn't used for anything. Then she went for tea while the lady sized up Leoff.

"You're the man that wrote that sinfonia?" she said at last. "The one that started the riot in Glastir?"

"Yes," Leoff confirmed. "I'm afraid so."

"And the other thing, the play that the people liked so well?" The way she said "people" made it clear that it wasn't a term that included everyone-not, for instance, herself.

"Yes, lady."

"Yes," she repeated drily.

Areana arrived with the tea, and they sat sipping it in uncomfortable silence for a few moments.

"How well did you know my sister-in-law?" Lady Graham asked abruptly.

Leoff practically could feel Areana stiffen and a warmth flush his face.

To his surprise, the lady laughed. "Oh, dear," she said. "Yes, Ambria was a generous soul in some ways."

Leoff nodded, not knowing what to say, his mind suddenly filled with the sensations of that night, the warmth of Ambria's skin…

And, a few days later, her pitiful murdered gaze.

"Not to the point," Lady Graham said, shrugging. "The thing now is what's to be done with Mery."

"I think she should stay with us," Leoff said.

"Personally, I'm inclined to agree with you," the lady said. "I've no use for another brat underfoot. It's bad enough taking her brother in, but we'll soon have him married off. Still, she is William's bastard, and she is family, so my husband has other thoughts on the matter."

"She's safe here," Areana said. "And she's still heir."

"And you will be her parents?"

"Yes," Leoff said.

"In fact, perhaps. But technically, hasn't Duke Artwair made her his ward?"

"That's true," Leoff said.

"One would imagine Artwair would have reason for doing that. And for giving you this lovely house on the grounds of his even more lovely estate."

"My husband and the duke are friends," Areana said. "The house was a wedding gift."

"I'm sure it was," Lady Graham sighed. "But he's also keeping her close." She looked up sharply. "What's wrong with the girl, by the by? I've heard some very strange stories. Something about a music that kills?"

Leoff pursed his lips. The story had gotten around, somehow, but he didn't know if he should confirm it.

"They say that Prince Robert forced you to write a melody that slays anyone who hears it, and that Mery played it and did not die," she amplified.

When he didn't react to that, she sighed and signaled for her maidservant, who produced a folded paper sealed with wax.

He took the proffered document and found Artwair's seal on it. He broke it and read the contents.

Dear Friend, feel free to relate any and all particulars concerning Mery to Lady Teris Graham. She deserves to know the facts of the matter, and I trust her to be discreet.

– A.

Leoff looked up, feeling abashed. "Sorry, lady," he said.

"Your discretion does you credit. But do go on."

"It's as you said, except that Robert did not commission the piece. He wanted-or claimed to want-another singspell, one that would counteract my earlier work and make him popular with the people again. I think he always knew I would try to kill him."

"Ah. He tricked you into writing it. But it didn't kill him because he's already dead."

"Something like that. But it slew everyone else in the room."

"Except you and your bride here-and Mery."

"The music advances," Leoff said. "It's not a single sound but a progression that leads toward death. The last chord kills, but only if the entire piece is heard. I taught Mery and Areana a counterchord to hum to dilute the effect. We almost died, anyway. And Mery-she was playing the hammarharp, so she got the worst of it."

"Yes, I suppose she did." Lady Graham leaned back and had another sip of tea. "What do you suppose Robert will do with the music?"

"Something very bad," Leoff said.

"I'm trying to imagine. A band of pipers marching across the battlefield? A choir of trumpets, and everyone on the defending wall dropping dead?"

"It's not impossible," Leoff replied, feeling sick. "Hard to coordinate, but someone skilled enough in arranging and composing could do it."

"Someone like yourself?"

"Yes."

"Maybe that's why you're here, so well protected. Maybe Artwair has commissioned you to write the piece again."

"I won't. He knows that. He knows I would die first."

"But Mery might remember it?"

"No."

"She is a prodigy."

"No," he repeated, almost shouting.

"Not even to save Crotheny?"

"You stay away from her," he snapped.

Lady Graham nodded and drank a bit more tea. "What about your counterchord? Could you compose a music to neutralize whatever Robert may be up to? If he is up to anything other than his own amusement?"

"I don't know," he said.