The Summer Tree by Guy Gavriel Kay Read Free Book Online

it.”
    “Enough!” the Prince snapped. “Don’t push me, Loren.” The two men exchanged a tense look.
    When Diarmuid spoke again, though, it was in a milder tone. “I did apologize, Loren, do me some justice.” After a moment, the mage nodded.
    “Fair enough,” he said. “We don’t have time to quarrel, in any case. I need your help. Two things. A svart attacked us in theworld from which I brought these people. It followed Matt and me, and it was wearing a vellin stone.”
    “And the other thing?” Diarmuid was instantly attentive, drunk as he was.
    “There was a fifth person who crossed with us. We lost him. He is in Fionavar—but I don’t know where. I need him found, and I would much prefer that Gorlaes not know of him.”
    “Obviously. How do you know he is here?”
    “Kimberly was our hook. She says she had him.”
    Diarmuid turned to fix Kim with an appraising stare. Tossing her hair back she met the look, and the expression in her own eyes was more than a little hostile. Turning without reaction, the Prince walked to the window and looked out in silence. The waning moon had risen—overly large, but Jennifer, also gazing out, did not notice that.
    “It hasn’t rained while you were gone, by the way,” said Diarmuid. “We have other things to talk about. Matt,” he continued crisply, “Coll is in the last room on the left. Make sure Tegid is asleep, then brief him. A description of the fifth person. Tell Coll I’ll speak with him later.” Wordlessly, Matt slipped from the room.
    “No rain at all?” Loren asked softly.
    “None.”
    “And the crops?”
    Diarmuid raised an eyebrow without bothering to answer. Loren’s face seemed moulded of fatigue and concern. “And the King?” he asked, almost reluctantly.
    Diarmuid paused this time before answering. “Not well. He wanders sometimes. He was apparently talking to my mother last night during dinner in the Great Hall. Impressive, wouldn’t you say, five years past her death?”
    Loren shook his head. “He has been doing that for some time, though not in public before. Is there … is there word of your brother?”
    “None.” The answer this time was very swift. A strained silence followed.
His name is not to be spoken
, Kevin remembered and, looking at the Prince, wondered.
    “There was a Gathering,” Diarmuid said. “Seven nights past at the full of the moon. A secret one. They invoked the Goddess as Dana, and there was blood.”
    “
No!
” The mage made a violent gesture. “That is going too far. Who summoned it?”
    Diarmuid’s wide mouth crooked slightly.
    “Herself, of course,” he said.
    “Jaelle?”
    “Jaelle.”
    Loren began pacing the room. “She will cause trouble, I know it!”
    “Of course she will. She means to. And my father is too old to deal with it. Can you see Ailell on the Summer Tree now?” And there was a new thing in the light voice—a deep, coruscating bitterness.
    “I never could, Diarmuid.” The mage’s tone had suddenly gone soft. He stopped his pacing beside the Prince. “Whateverpower lies in the Tree is outside my province. And Jaelle’s, too, though she would deny it. You have heard my views on this. Blood magic, I fear, takes more than it gives back.”
    “So we sit,” Diarmuid snarled, stiff anger cracking through, “we sit while the wheat burns up in fields all over Brennin! Fine doings for a would-be royal house!”
    “My lord Prince”—the use of the title was careful, admonitory—”this is no ordinary season, and you do not need me to tell you that. Something unknown is at work, and not even Jaelle’s midnight invocations will redress the balance, until we touch what lies beneath.”
    Diarmuid sank into one of the chairs, gazing blankly at the dim tapestry opposite the window. The wall torches had almost burnt out, leaving the room webbed with lighter and darker shadows. Leaning against the window ledge, Jennifer thought that she could almost see the threads of tension