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not care。 That was the way of things here in Arbonne； the chancellor thought gloomily。 Witness what had happened two days ago on the high road beside the river。
There was no question that punishment had been called for； that something would have had to be done。 What would have put the Andorians in a fury…and a contingent of them were reported to have also arrived today； coated in dust； horses lathered…was the summary action of the duke of Talair by the roadside。 Noblemen were simply not executed in the manner of mon thieves。 Bertran had even had the man branded； Roban winced when Valery mentioned that； and turned away in a vain attempt to conceal his reaction。 He tried to turn the motion into a coughing spasm； but suspected that the countess knew this was a subterfuge。
He was seldom able to conceal much from the countess。 He had fallen in love the first time he'd ever seen her； forty years ago。 He loved her yet； more than his life。 He was almost certain that this； at least； she did not know…but it was one of the things that defined Roban of Vaux in his own eyes。 He was a man who had loved one woman only and had done so for virtually all his days； notwithstanding his own marriage and children； notwithstanding their enormous difference in rank。 He would die having loved the countess of Arbonne with the sustained； lifelong passion of his soul。 He didn't even think about it any more； though there had been sleepless； sighing nights in a narrow bed long ago。 By now； four decades later； it was simply a given； a fact upon which all else in his life had been founded。
In the room behind the audience chamber he smoothed his face； ran a hand down the front of his doublet in an habitual gesture and turned back to Bertran's cousin。 Valery was pointing out； in a tone of calmly reasonable argument； that noblemen could not be allowed to violate a truce by attempting murder on the roads in the blithe expectation that a ransom of some sort would smooth things over for them。 Bertran's extremely petent cousin…a man Roban approved of； actually…also noted that by acting summarily Bertran had decisively protected the countess's authority； while leaving her the option of chastising him and appeasing the Andoria； if she wished。
Roban； seeing a faint flicker of hope here； his mind quickly running through possibilities； tried to intercede at this point。 He did not succeed。 Bertran's own remendation； Valery added smoothly without pausing for breath； was that no such appeasement should be contemplated。 Roban closed his eyes。 He was aware； just about then； that one of his headaches was indeed beginning to e on。
The countess's credibility as a woman ruling Arbonne； Valery of Talair said gravely； virtually demanded that she be seen to be as decisive as； say； Jorg of Gotzland would have been in the same situation。 Borsiard d'Andoria should be barred from the fair； that was Bertran's suggestion。 Naturally it was； Roban thought bitterly： it was amazing to the chancellor that such things could be thought and said； could be casually proposed； by otherwise intelligent men。
〃Gotzland is not facing the real possibility of invasion next year；〃 he said bluntly to Valery； finally seizing the chance to speak。 〃The countess has matters to consider that go beyond the protocols of trade fairs。 It is a bad time…a very bad time…to be offending men as important as Borsiard d'Andoria。〃
〃You would have let him buy his man's life？ Let him swan about with a new bride in Lussan at the fair and in this castle having attempted murder on our roads？ What if the Gorhaut coran had died？ What then？〃
〃His death might have simplified things；〃 Roban answered； too quickly。 This was a sore spot for him。 〃You know what I think of this insanity En Bertran has proposed。 〃
〃It was my daughter who proposed it；〃 the countess said； speaking for the first time。 It was a bad sign that her first words were to correct him。 〃Bertran agreed with Beatritz's suggestion。 I also agreed。 You objected； made your arguments； and were presented with my decision。 Do not be tiresome； Roban。 I know your concerns here； but I do not see how we can do other than back what Bertran has already done。 I am going to ban Borsiard d'Andoria from the fair。〃 The count； her husband； had been like that too； amazingly like that： hugely important decisions were made with a speed that stunned Roban。
〃We will pay for it；〃 he said； feeling his face attaining the unfortunate pink hue that came with agitation。 〃D'Andoria will be funding Gorhaut next year； I'll wager on it。〃
Valery of Talair shrugged indifferently。 〃They don't need funding； my lord chancellor。 With the money they received from Valensa by the terms of Iersen Bridge they have more than enough。 Look what they paid to assassinate Bertran。 Did that appear to be the action of someone short of gold？〃
〃There is always a shortage of gold in wartime；〃 Roban said darkly。 He'd actually had some privy information about the exact sums paid and still owing from Valensa to Gorhaut by the terms of the treaty。 The numbers terrified him。
〃That reminds me；〃 the countess said in a different tone； one Roban recognized apprehensively。 〃Daufridi of Valensa must be desperately short of money these days if he paid so much to Gorhaut for the lands they ceded him。〃
〃I daresay he may have some problems；〃 Roban said cautiously。 He had learned it was always wise to be cautious when he heard that tone…it usually meant some plan or other was about to be proposed。 Usually those plans made him extremely nervous。 His headache was growing worse。 He saw Valery grin just before the man brought a hand up quickly to cover his mouth。 The men of Talair were so clever； it was almost unfair。
〃We'll have to talk about that then；〃 the countess murmured。 〃I do have an idea。〃
Roban had no notion what she was referring to； it rankled him that Valery appeared to know。 His was the endlessly vexing position of being the man left behind to attend to details and minutiae； he was surrounded by quicksilver people whose minds leapt effortlessly down channels he found perilously dark。
The countess was gazing pointedly at Valery； she had seen his smile as well。 〃That is； if Bertran hasn't already had the same thought long before me。〃 Her tone was not nearly as stern as Roban felt it ought to have been。 It was her weakness； he thought； not for the first time： she loved her gallant； irresponsible noblemen far too much to rein them in properly。 And Bertran de Talair； among all of them； was a special case。
〃I am sure；〃 Valery said gracefully； 〃that any thoughts En Bertran might have on the subject of Valensa will be conveyed to you as soon as he arrives。 I believe we can expect him by the end of the day。〃
〃I rather think；〃 Signe de Barbentain said drily； 〃he will instead consent to inform me of measures he has already set in motion。 Exactly as he did with those verses that nearly had him killed this summer。 By the way；〃 she turned to Roban； 〃this is important： I want Barbentain guards visible wherever the duke of Talair goes during the fair this month。 No slight to Bertran's own corans； but anyone with designs upon him must be made aware that we