The king looked like he was struggling to stand upright. He rubbed the back of his hand across the stubble on his normally clean-shaven chin.
“Yes, you did. I thank you.” His voice sounded hollow. “I wanted to see you immediately. To ask you to defend your actions.”
“My actions?” Trynne said with confusion. “What are they? My lord, something is wrong—”
The king held up his hand in a jerking motion, cutting her off.
“Let me speak plainly, Trynne. You are here to answer some serious allegations.” His eyes were smoldering with enmity. “I am normally a very patient man. But at this moment, I feel troubled. Greatly troubled. Lord Amrein tells me that he escorted Gahalatine to Brythonica without incident until”—here he paused, holding up his finger—“they reached the wood. That grove in the woods is meant to be a carefully guarded secret. That is the way your father wished it to remain, but as the company came up the road, Lord Amrein said you were waiting for them. You directed them to tether the horses and follow you into the grove. You. ”
Trynne heard the words with disbelief. But she understood the ruse. Here was further evidence Morwenna had been at the grove.
She’d deceived everyone, including Gahalatine. And then she’d worked her spell to steal his memory.
“I was not there,” Trynne said forcefully. “I was at the palace in Ploemeur . . .”
“Surely those loyal to you would say and do anything you bid them to,” Drew countered. “I trust Lord Amrein. I thought I could trust you. Where is Sunilik’s daughter? Why did you not bring her with you?” His countenance darkened with anger. “I see that you have not brought Gahalatine either. Do you wish for us to send Sunilik home empty-handed? To start another war?”
Lord Amrein leaned forward, his face full of confusion and doubt. “There may still be an explanation. Let her speak, my lord. I saw Lady Trynne with my own eyes, but my senses have been deceived before. It is unlike her to be so duplicitous.”
Trynne sensed the power and presence of a Fountain-blessed person approaching down the corridor. It had to be Morwenna. She would not allow Trynne to defend herself.
She stared at those assembled at the table, calculating her next move. Genny had been abducted, and Drew was a shadow of himself. Their baby was going to be murdered unless Trynne and Mariette managed to steal her away, and Morwenna had used magic to impair the judgment of many of the people in the palace. The guards stood there fidgeting, waiting for the command to arrest her.
Just as Morwenna had been arrested. She had gone willingly, shoulders slumped in defeat. An act. She had never truly been caged at all.
Trynne was running out of time. This was not the moment to confront Morwenna. Not when her own powers were so weak. And if she allowed them to put her in a cell, she’d be helpless to rectify the situation.
Trynne stared the king in the face, beseeching him with her eyes. “Loyalty binds me,” she said deliberately. Then she lifted her hand, twisted the ring on her finger in full view of everyone, and invoked a word of power. The twist of the ring was just a deception.
She did not try to use the ley lines.
She borrowed Dragan’s trick and turned herself invisible.
CHAPTER NINE
Treason
The invisibility spell she had learned studying The Vulgate was especially draining, and she knew she would not be able to sustain it for very long. Her objective was simple—force Morwenna to respond to her as a threat, giving Mariette time to sneak the babe from the castle.
The audience hall erupted with confusion and chaos as the king surged to his feet. There were gasps and murmurs and commotion, which enabled Trynne to walk around the table and head toward the nearest exit—a door on the opposite side of the room from the one Morwenna was likely to use.
“She’s gone!” Drew shouted. “I wanted her captured. Now that she’s back in Brythonica, it will be more difficult to snare her.”
Duke Ramey made it to his feet. “I cannot believe she’s capable of treason, my lord,” he said with grave concern.
“Do you think I’m comforted by the thought?” Drew replied.
“Even the queen was taken in by her deceptions. Summon our forces, my lord duke. We will flush her out like a thrush if we must.”
Trynne saw a look flash between Duke Ramey and Lord Amrein. There was suspicion there. Drew’s normal calm and patience were gone. He was uncharacteristically agitated.
“My lord,” said Kevan Amrein. “There might be another explanation.”