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ugal！〃
〃Not if you mean what you say；〃 Morgan replied； eying the king wistfully。
〃That I'm drunk？ Oh … that I'm willing to help；〃 Kelson answered； echoing Morgan's patient nod。
〃Yes。〃
〃Very well。 What？〃
〃What？〃
〃What do you want me to do to help？〃 Kelson said； making a rolling gesture with his free hand to urge Morgan on。 〃e on； tell me。〃
With a short； resolute sigh； Morgan leaned a little closer； toying with his goblet between his two hands as he gazed across at the king。
〃I'd like Richenda to remain at court when we go on campaign in the spring。〃
〃You mean here in Rhemuth？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃What about the children。 Aren't they still in Coroth？〃
〃I can have them brought here as soon as the weather lets up。 They'll be fine where they are； through the winter months。 Derry's mother has bee their governess。 And my staff have things under control otherwise。〃
Kelson grimaced； obviously having trouble following Morgan's logic。
〃So the children join Richenda here in the spring and they all stay here through the campaign。 I still don't understand why。〃
〃Well； for one thing； your future queen has taken a fancy to my wife； as you well know；〃 Morgan replied。 〃That would be reason enough； all by itself。 She could also help your aunt。 With a new baby on the way； Meraude shouldn't have to shoulder the duties of chatelaine indefinitely； and until you're sure you've won Sidana's loyalty； you won't be able to trust her with those duties。〃
Kelson nodded profoundly。 〃Aye； that's true enough。 And I'm sure Aunt Meraude would wele Richenda's pany。 But won't Richenda be needed at Coroth； with you away？〃
Morgan bowed his head and toyed with the stem of his goblet； wishing desperately that she were。
〃No；〃 he whispered。
〃No？ But she's your duchess。 Who else is equipped to manage things for that long in your absence？〃
〃Not the former wife of a traitor；〃 Morgan said quietly。
〃What？〃
〃They don't trust her。 Kelson。 I think they mean well； but I suppose they're afraid she'll betray me。 Maybe they think she'll take revenge for my part in Bran's death。〃
〃But I killed Bran … and partially for that very reason； so no one could later say you killed him to get his wife。〃
Morgan sighed。 〃I know。 There's more。 Hillary says they're nervous about her being co…guardian for Brendan … that if something were to happen to me； she'd have Corwyn and Marley at her disposal until Brendan and Briony came of age。 And then； if she were to betray you … 〃
〃Alaric； that's insane！〃 Kelson blurted。 〃She's loyal！ She'd never betray either of us！ There must be some other explanation。〃 He made a vexed face。 〃It's probably Hamilton and Hillary's fault； not wanting to let go of the authority they've had all these years you weren't married。 One can hardly blame them for being jealous。〃
Morgan shook his head。 〃I wish it were that simple； my prince。 Actually； Hamilton and Hillary like her very much。 They're as mystified as you and I。 But a few of their officers have e right out and told them they can't be responsible for the men's behavior if I leave her in charge and something goes wrong … even if it isn't her fault〃。 He sighed。 〃So I haven't given her any authority； and I haven't been able to bring myself to tell her why。 It would make it seem like I agreed with them。〃
Kelson was sobering fast as he listened to Morgan's account； and he set aside his cup with a grimace of distaste as Morgan finished。
〃You should have told me sooner。〃
〃I didn't want to bother you。 Before Carsten of Meara died and everything blew up； I thought I'd be home all winter and get things straightened out。 Now it's going to be the end of next summer before I get home。 I didn't know she was ing for Christmas court； you know； but I'm glad she did； under the circumstances。 Rhemuth will be the best place for her until I get things sorted out。〃
〃You still should have told me。 Does Duncan know？〃
〃No。 No one else。〃 He broke off as Duncan appeared in the garderobe doorway supporting a weak and contrite Dhugal。
〃He's going to be fine；〃 Duncan called； grinning as he helped Dhugal cross the room and sit gingerly in his former place。 〃He isn't nearly as drunk now as he was a few minutes ago； are you； son？ I think he's learned a valuable lesson； too。〃
〃Aye。 Never again；〃 Dhugal nodded miserably。 〃What kind of wine was that； anyway？ I've never felt this awful before； just from drinking。〃
Lazily； Morgan raised his cup to sniff at its contents。 〃Fianna red。 It's quite good； actually。 Does your head hurt？〃
〃Like a smithy's forging swords；〃 Dhugal muttered； palming across both his eyes and tipping his head against the chair back。 〃I may die。〃
Duncan； perching casually on Dhugal's chair arm； slipped one hand behind the back of Dhugal's head and began to massage at the base of his skull； steadying him with his other hand on a shoulder as Dhugal sighed and immediately began to relax。 Morgan； guessing what Duncan was about and sensing that Dhugal did not； glanced at Kelson and prepared to divert Dhugal's attention further。 At least they might salvage something for Dhugal from this evening's work。
〃Well； I suppose we all know that feeling；〃 he said with a smile； sending the king a hint of their intentions。 〃Red wine is the worst offender； too。 I remember one night with Derry in Jennan Vale … long before you were king。 Kelson … when he and I got so drunk on the local vintage that I was sure it was the end of both of us。 Derry can really drink； too。 He got up on a table and sang a song。。。。〃
He spun the yam for several minutes； he and Kelson watching Dhugal fall increasingly under Duncan's influence all unawares； the hands slowly sinking to rest on his lap； the lines disappearing from his forehead as he relaxed in sleep。 After a few more minutes； Duncan shifted one hand briefly to cover Dhugal's closed eyes。 When he looked up at Morgan and Kelson； he grinned。
〃Well done。 He isn't exactly controlled； but he's asleep。 I didn't want to push my luck。 The shields are still very much in place。 And if he thought he had a headache just now； wait until morning！〃
〃I'd rather not think about that；〃 Kelson muttered。
〃Ah； but you have a choice；〃 Morgan said； shifting back in his chair and setting aside his cup with a grin。 〃One of the side…benefits of having healing talents is being able to ease the morning after。 Actually； we could probably help Dhugal； too； but it's much harder having to work around shields。 Maybe that will be an incentive for him to learn to lower them。〃
〃I hope something soon is！〃 Kelson murmured。 Sighing； he stood and ran a hand through his rumpled hair。 〃But it's time we all got some sleep； I suppose。 Duncan； why don't you bring Dhugal on into my room； there's plenty of room for two in my bed； at least until tomorrow night … and then you and Alaric can put me out of my misery as well。〃
A little unsteadily； but declining Morgan's offer of assistance； the king led the way into the sleeping chamber and shed his outer garments。
〃Make everything be right when I wake up； Alaric；〃 ne whispered； as he lay back and Morgan sat down beside him。 〃Please。〃
〃Close your eyes and go to sleep； my prince；〃 Morgan said softly。
He let himself sink into trance as Kelson obeyed； spreading his hand across Kelson's forehead to touch the closing eyelids with thumb and middle finger； wrapping his consciousness lovingly around that of his king and guiding it into stillness。 After a few seconds； Duncan joined him in rapport； the two Deryni gradually extending ease and healing upon the king； fort to soul and mind as well as body。
Epiphany dawned cold but clear for the royal nuptials。 Shortly after dawn； Morgan was already attending to the few remaining details that must be resolved before the start of the bridal procession； which would wind its way from Rhemuth Keep down to the cathedral below。 He did not mind rising early； since his bed was empty anyway … though in a good cause。 Richenda had spent the night with the nervous royal bride。 Two hours before the wedding procession was to begin； heading down the corridor that led past Kelson's apartments； he met Duncan just emerging。
〃How is he？〃 Morgan asked； as the two of them continued on down the corridor。
Duncan smiled。 〃Well enough。 I've just heard his confession … and he's as nervous as I've ever seen him over something that isn't mortally dangerous … but he's in good spirits。 'Hopeful' is probably be the best word to describe him。〃
〃Well； that's reassuring；〃 Morgan said。 〃How about Dhugal？〃
〃I don't know。 He'd gone to change before I arrived。 I gather that loud noises and sudden movements are not his favorite things just now； however。 Poor lad。〃
〃Well； we all had to learn that the hard way； didn't we？〃 Morgan replied。 〃Incidentally； and on a far more optimistic note； did you know that Llewell's consented to lead his sister's horse this morning； and to stand witness to the marriage？〃
Duncan chuckled。 〃I'm not surprised to hear it。 I'm told he had Bradene hear his confession yesterday。 Apparently he's quite contrite。〃
〃More likely； Nigel sat him down and had a little chat about the realities of being a hostage prince；〃 Morgan snorted。 〃But … well； look who's still alive despite his hangover！〃 he added jovially； as Dhugal came around a er at the far end of the corridor； headed in their direction。
The boy wore formal border garb this morning： bright MacArdry tartan pleated around his body and caught at the shoulder of his doublet with silver； hair braided and knotted in customary border fashion and tied with black silk。 He sketched a half…hearted bow as they met； but the movement obviously distressed him。 Morgan laid a radely hand on his shoulder and leaned down to peer into the bloodshot eyes； giving him a speculative smile。
〃What's wrong； Dhugal？〃
〃That isn't funny； sir；〃 Dhugal whispered； grimacing。 〃It isn't fair； either。 Kelson acts like he didn't have a thing to drink last night。 I feel like the top of my head is going to e off。〃
Morgan raised one eyebrow and clucked his tongue sympathetically。 〃Well； when you learn to lower those shields of yours； we'll be able to cure your hangover； too； won't we； Duncan？〃 he quipped。
But Duncan's face was still and devoid of expression； his mind suddenly shut tight to Morgan's tentative and surprised probe。 Morgan could isolate no one thing which made him aware of something not quite right； but the shadow was there。 Duncan blinked as he felt their eyes on him； as if dragging himself up from contemplation of something grim and even soul…shaking。
〃Duncan？〃
〃I'm sorry。 I was thinking about something else。 What was it you asked？〃
〃I was just teasing Dhugal about his hangover；〃 Morgan said； trying to make light of Duncan's sudden change of mood。 〃Did you forget to do something？〃
〃Yes； I did；〃 Duncan replied； seizing gratefully on the excuse Morgan offered。 〃I need to go back to my quarters for a few minutes。 Could you give me a hand？〃
〃Of course。 Do you think it will take very long？〃
〃No。 Just something I need you for。〃 Duncan glanced back at Dhugal。 〃We're probably keeping you from your duties as well； Dhugal。 I must say that it's pleasant to see formal border garb at court again； however。 Is your cloak clasp a MacArdry design？〃
〃This？〃 Dhugal pulled the cloak clasp away from his body with a thumb and glanced down at it。 〃No； I don't think so。 My father had it when he was a boy。 I don't know where he got it。 He gave it to my mother the day they were married； and she left it to me when she died。 I don't wear it very often； but Kelson thought it was appropriate for a wedding。 It is rather striking； isn't it？〃
〃Yes it is。〃 Duncan glanced at Morgan even more urgently。 〃But； I really must take care of that errand。 Alaric； are you ing？〃
The Deryni bishop would say nothing else as he led Morgan not to his apartments but to the little study where they had met after his consecration。 Nor would he lower his shields。 Only when they were inside did he relax a little； though he still was like a tightly wound spring as he crossed to the little prie…dieu in the er by the window and dropped to his knees。 Morgan watched him curiously from the center of the chamber； not pressing a contact。 Finally； Duncan crossed himself and stood； turning a grave profile toward the amber glass of the wi