。 She was looking at Istelyn rather then her husband； however。 The bishop had done his best to be invisible while his captors argued； but now he could not escape her scrutiny。 Dark circles smudged the fine…drawn skin beneath his eyes； but he appeared to have recovered from the drug given him earlier in the day。 As Sicard tossed off half his new cup of wine； Caitrin returned her attention to Loris。 A new determination appeared to have stamped itself on her plain features。
〃Indeed； we are not intimidated。 Archbishop；〃 she said quietly。 〃My love for my children is no less than my husband's； but the brutal fact of the matter is that they are of age and were fully aware of the possible consequences of supporting our claim to the throne。 If God wills that they should die at a tyrant's hands； then I must pray that they be granted the grace to endure it with all the dignity of their royal blood。 It is as a queen as well as a mother that I speak these harsh words。 With God's help； none of us shall have to make the sacrifice。〃
She rose to begin slowly pacing the space between her chair and the room's fireplace； playing with the rings on her slender hands。
〃As a queen； however； it occurs to me that our young Deryni king may have made a great tactical error when he let us know he wants Bishop Istelyn back。 He threatens reprisals if we do not submit by Christmas； but so long as he thinks we are considering his terms； I doubt he will actually do the children harm。 For all that he is Deryni； he seems to prefer not to shed blood if there is another way。 Negotiations could take a long time … all winter； as I said before。 Long enough to ensure that we have all the support we need to meet and defeat him in the spring。〃
〃Winter itself will give us the time we need to build our strength for the spring campaign；〃 Loris said stubbornly。 〃We do not need to bargain with Deryni； Madame。〃
〃Mother； may I speak？〃 Ithel interjected。
Regally Caitrin inclined her head。
〃Thank you。〃
Ithel came to stand beside his mother's empty chair； one hand on its back as he gazed at Loris。
〃Archbishop； as my mother's heir； I stand to gain a great deal if we are successful against the Haldane； but I hope you will understand that I would prefer that my brother and sister were still alive to share our victory when it eventually es。 To that end； I should like to point out a few practical considerations of tactics and politics which may have escaped your notice。〃
〃Don't lecture me； boy！〃
〃I'm not a boy。 Archbishop … any more than Kelson is a boy；〃 Ithel retorted； but coolly； and without raising his voice。 〃I'm a prince and I'll thank you to address me as such。 Hasn't it occurred to you that even if it isn't possible for Kelson to mount an actual campaign during the winter； he could still harass the lowland regions enough to interfere with the raising of our levies？ But he'll not take drastic action so long as we're negotiating。〃
〃You have a lot to learn about politics； boy；〃 Loris replied coldly。 〃And about Deryni。 How can you even contemplate giving him the satisfaction … 〃
Sicard cleared his throat dangerously。 〃My son is a realist。 Archbishop。 His mother and I have brought him up that way。 And speaking as a realist； I know that there is nothing we can do to protect Sidana and Llewell if the Haldane decides not to keep his word。 But by the first of the year； only a short time past the Haldane's Christmas deadline； even the lowlands will be all but inaccessible to large bodies of troops from outside Meara。 As long as we pretend to be considering his terms； they will be safe … and so will our borderlands。〃
〃Neither the children nor the land will ever be safe while Kelson lives；〃 Loris said stubbornly。 〃He regards the land as his … and he must eventually kill you and your heirs or else keep you in perpetual imprisonment； as he tried to do to me。 He would be a fool to let you live； lest potential rebellion always hang above his head。 He will use the children as bait to lure you to your destruction。〃
〃Then let him think he will succeed；〃 Caitrin retorted。 〃Talk is cheap。 Perhaps we can tantalize him with the hope of Istelyn's return； since he seems to care for the man's safety。 Now that Judhael has been consecrated； Istelyn is of little use to us here。〃
Loris raised an eyebrow disdainfully in Istelyn's direction。 〃Aye。 Any worthy priest would have informed his superiors that one under his charge intended to break a sacred oath。 Istelyn； I hold you personally responsible for young Dhugal's escape。〃
Istelyn； notably grim and silent until then； shook his head。
〃I honestly regret that I cannot take credit for that；〃 he said softly。 〃As for his oath…breaking； I suspect there are far worse offenses before God than the breaking of an oath taken under duress。 Perhaps you have knowledge of a few of them。〃
Loris' eyes lit dangerously。
〃As for my worthiness as a priest；〃 Istelyn went on； 〃you have no authority to judge that … and have had none since the bishops removed you from office and sent you into confinement。〃
As much from reflex as volition； Loris was on his feet and raising his hand to strike the defiant Istelyn； a wordless growl rumbling in his throat； careless of the goblet which toppled from his chair arm to smash on the stone flags。
〃Don't！〃 Caitrin gasped； as Sicard simultaneously launched himself between the two to block the intended blow。
The word and the sound of shattering pottery served to deflate Loris' blind fury； and he drew himself up indignantly before Sicard could touch him； pointedly dropping his hands to his sides and inclining his head in a grudging bow to Caitrin as he seated himself once more。 Sicard； with an explosive sigh； tugged his tunic into place and also sat。 Ithel； who had moved to his father's defense； warily resumed his place behind his mother's chair。 Judhael clasped his hands tightly before him and tried not to look torn between loyalty to his aunt and obedience to the man who had made him a bishop。 Istelyn had never moved from his stool or flinched throughout the interchange。
〃Please accept my apologies。 Your Highness；〃 Loris murmured contritely。 〃I don't know what came over me。 His insolence is … unbeing in a priest。〃
〃Indeed； it is；〃 Caitrin replied coldly。 〃However； I doubt he sees his behavior in quite that light。 Be that as it may； the Haldane will need some reassurance of Istelyn's well…being。 His ring； I think … and perhaps a letter from his hand； which you shall dictate。 Archbishop。〃
〃I will not write it；〃 Istelyn said quietly。
〃And if he will not cooperate；〃 Caitrin continued； her face hardening； 〃I shall leave it to you。 Archbishop； to decide what measures should be taken to assure the king that we have his bishop and will deal with him as he intends to deal with my children； if agreement cannot be reached。〃 She smiled grimly at Loris。 〃I shall ask my nephew to assist you； and rely on your joint good offices to see that our intention is carried out。〃
Loris nodded slowly； a grim smile ing across his face。
〃Very well； Madame。 I will be quite pleased to carry out your wishes。 I think you will not be disappointed。〃
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Yet was she carried away； she went into captivity。
Nahum 3：10
A weary but satisfied Kelson led his warband back through the gates of Rhemuth less than a week after his departure； none of his men with so much as a scratch； Dhugal's presence at his side proclaiming at least the partial success of his mission。 As the column clattered across the bridge and into the castle yard； several elated Transha bordermen darted out to greet their new young chief with raucous highland yells。 Dhugal's previous injuries had been aggravated by his escape and the enforced march of the past three days； but he managed a grin and a few words for each man before sliding painfully from his horse。
Nor was Dhugal the only addition to Kelson's pany。 Six glum prisoners rode with the warband； the youngest； a dark…haired； aristocratic…looking boy； was doing his best to put up a brave front； his wrists bound before him and his horse's lead secured to Conall's saddle。 His cheeks flamed with embarrassment under the stares of the curious； but he kept his eyes pointedly ahead； disdaining as