The luncheon was a great feast, not only for the prospective brides, but for their parents or guardians as well. Father's audience chamber simply wasn't big enough, so he'd cleared the furnishings of the Great Hall, and filled it with trestle tables, covered with white linen. My father was parsimonious, at best; it must have been killing him to calculate the financial costs of displays such as this.
He sat at the centre of a high table, with three of his children to either side of him. Aludar, Nathal and Sanatha were on his right; Merik, Toran and I were on the left, with me in the middle of the three.
We'd never sat like this in our entire lives. Father had always made us present ourselves in order of age, from left to right - but had he done that, I would've ended up sitting next to him - at his right hand. Of course
that
wouldn't do. I thought that he might have placed Sanatha beside him, but he hadn't done that, either. Perhaps he didn't want to attract too much attention to her, at this stage.
There were five tables for the guests, set up perpendicular to the high table: two for the Tirs, two for the Gerdars, and one for the Portoans.
My Uncle Esin hadn't made the trip from Whydah. Whether it was out of loyalty to his sister, or to avoid an awkward scene with his estranged brother-in-law, I didn't know. It meant that Bathene was escorted by her boastful ass of a brother, Viken. He was busily ogling all of the young women. I caught her eye, looked in her brother's direction, and rolled my eyes. She smiled back. I raised my glass to her.
It was impossible not to notice Talanassa Albo. For one thing, her father was seated next to her, and the sight of him took me straight back to Tanarive. But she stood out on her own; she was easily the most attractive of the Tir daughters. I didn't raise my glass to her, but only because her father was looking right at me.
I couldn't read his expression. It wasn't contrition - but it wasn't animosity, either. Calculation? Reserved judgment?
I turned my gaze to the side of the hall, where the Portoans were seated. I couldn't help noticing Larka first - she was
that
beautiful. But she was blushing, and giggling, and didn't see me. I glanced to my immediate right; Merik was leering at her, and flashing her toothy smiles. That didn't bode well.
Seirye was looking my way. She'd been watching me for at least a few moments. I raised my glass to her, and she returned the gesture, but... was she disappointed in me? I barely knew Seirye, yet for some reason I felt that keenly.
I made eye contact with a few others, and exchanged nods, before I finally located Saska Tanle. She was seated next to her mother. Gerdar Tanle saw me, and gave me a slow nod. She'd done nothing to disguise the massive scar stretching from her cheek to her forehead, or the cloudy eye which she could no longer see out of. She was undaunted, unapologetic.
And there was her daughter, a bright, lovely girl with those unfortunate ears. If only she had her mother's confidence, or attitude.
There was far too much food - and probably too much drink, as well. Some of the guests appeared to be a little the worse for wear, afterwards.
A walk through the 'gardens' (more of a lap around the Palace grounds) wasn't a bad idea, under the circumstances. The company moved out of the hall, and out into the brisk autumn air.
There was a bit of a breeze; cloaks were donned, and a sensible few changed into more practical footwear. While that was going on, my sister appeared at my side.
- "Well." she said. "
Not
what I expected.
Not at all
."
- "It's a bit mad, isn't it?"
- "Yes. Or no - I mean: how can you possibly choose? There are so many beautiful girls here."
- "It's not all about beauty, San." I said.
- "Maybe not for you - you've got Glasha. But still... beauty counts for something, doesn't it?"� � � � � � � � � � � � �
I just grinned, and shook my head. "I'm more interested in finding someone who'll accept Glasha - and vice versa."
- "That's important. I understand. Listen - I know that it's none of my business who you marry. But... then again... it is. Will you tell me who you're considering, before you do it?"
- "Of course. I can tell you now: Talanassa Albo, Seirye of Portoa, and Saska Tanle. I could change my mind, but those three are the most interesting."
Sanatha leaned forward, and kissed me on the cheek.
- "Thank you, Tauma." she said.
- "For what?"
- "You're the only one who never bosses me around. You never tell me what to do. And you're the only one who treats me... as an equal." Sanatha was on the verge of tears. I enfolded her in my arms, and held her close.
- "And you're the only one who wants me to be happy." I said. "That's a priceless gift - I'll never forget it."
We had a good little cry together. When we finally rejoined the others, we could only catch up to the tail of the procession - which included Tir Albo and his daughter.
Sanatha was irresistible: she linked her arm with Tir Albo, and asked him if he'd seen the view over the river. He didn't have a hope of resisting her.
- "Have
you
seen the view of the river?" I asked Talanassa.
- "I suspect that I'm about to." she said. But she accepted my offered arm, and we moved to the overlook, at least fifteen metres from where Sanatha had steered Tir Albo.
Talanassa took in the view, which was quite nice. But then she bowed her head.
- "You've recruited your sister to help you?" she said, softly.
- "She seems to have volunteered. I really can't keep her from doing what she wants to."
- "Oh?"
I raised my hands, palms outward. "I'm completely innocent. I didn't ask her to do this. All I did was answer her question truthfully."
- "And what did she ask?" asked Talanassa, mildly amused.
- "Um... she asked me which of the potential brides I found most attractive."
- "You mentioned my name? Lord Tauma - are you flirting with me?"
- "I'm being honest, really. I'm sorry. I might also have indicated to Sanatha that you were the most appealing, as well."
- "Appealing?" Talanassa looked confused for a moment. "How does that differ from attractive?"
- "You don't need me to tell you what you can see for yourself in the looking glass. Nor do you need me to remind you of your own worth. No - I don't find you vain, or arrogant. But confident... yes."
- "So... confidence is appealing."
- "Yes. As are intelligence, composure, and consideration. You have those qualities in abundance as well."
Talanassa inclined her head. There was a slight flush on her features.
- "In the interest of honesty..." she began. Then she raised her eyes. "I was wrong, last night. You were right, when you suggested that... that my father might not approve."
- "Ah."
- "In fact, it has already been decided. I am to marry your brother."
I felt like I'd had a bucket of cold water dashed in my face.
- "Nathal?" I shouldn't have been surprised. In fact, I was more disappointed than surprised. Nathal didn't deserve someone like Talanassa. So of course I said the exact opposite.
"He is very fortunate. I hope that you'll be very happy."
- "Tauma?"
- "Yes?
- "Would you have told me about your mistress? Glasha? My father told me about her last night."
- "Yes." I said. "In fact, don't be surprised if she approaches you at some point today."
- "Oh?"
- "Yes - you see, I told her about
you
last night."
Tir Albo chose that moment to rejoin us. Sanatha had distracted and delayed him as long as she could. I was polite for a few moments, and then excused myself. Sanatha came along with me.
- "Well?"