Tyrant’s Blood. Fiona McIntosh

      Piven shrugged. ‘I’m Vested, I suppose.’

      ‘In which case you can understand why I’m worried, why I feel the need to protect you from those who would want to make use of that magic.’

      ‘If I have to use it, then I want to use it for the good of others.’

      ‘Exactly!’ Greven exclaimed. ‘Exactly,’ he repeated, relief flooding his body. ‘My fears, child, are that people might want to use it for reasons that do not help others.’

      ‘No one could make me do anything I don’t want to.’

      ‘You’d be surprised what people will do to avoid being hurt, or to prevent those they love from being hurt.’

      Piven tossed away the apple core and wiped the knife blade clean on his trousers. ‘So you would agree that there are occasions when we must hurt others to protect ourselves…or those we love?’

      Greven baulked at the question but he could see Piven wanted a direct answer. ‘I would do anything to protect you…or Lily. I would probably have killed or certainly harmed some soldiers once—if I’d been able—when your adopted brother, Leo, came into my life. That was a terrifying moment. Yes, I would have done anything to stop them hurting Lily—or him, come to that.’

      Piven nodded as though an important admission had been made. ‘What do you think the man Clovis is after?’

      It was a straight question; Greven could hardly answer it indirectly. ‘I believe he has been trying to hunt you down for many anni and was sure he had stumbled upon the right path at last. I think he wanted to see that it truly was you first and then I believe he would have tried to persuade you to join him.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘That I can’t answer. He is Vested. Perhaps he is in touch with other Vested and can sense you, or perhaps—’

      ‘I think I can guess,’ Piven said, sounding as if he had wearied of the conversation.

      ‘Really?’

      ‘Rebellion,’ Piven stated, his tone bald and unimpressed.

      Greven was shocked. He rocked back against the tree he was leaning against and regarded Piven. He’d underestimated his charge. For anni he’d just been delighted that something had unlocked the child from his prison of silence. But Greven was beginning to think he’d entirely misjudged Piven, accepting his quietness for lack of thought and his simple outlook for a lack of depth. ‘Rebellion?’ he repeated dimly.

      ‘Do you really think the entire population of Penraven—let alone the masses of the Set proper—were going to just lay down arms entirely and accept a barbarian ruler?’

      Greven looked at his child, astonished. ‘But they have.’

      Piven held a finger in the air. ‘Most. Not all.’

      Greven shook his head in bewilderment. ‘How would you know?’

      ‘I can sense it. But my skills aside, any rational person would have to allow that there would always be potential for rebellion, as long as a Valisar remained alive.’

      ‘But you’re not Valisar, Piven!’

      Piven gave him such a look of disdain that Greven actually flinched. ‘I was referring to Leo.’

      ‘We have no idea if he’s ali—’

      ‘He is. I feel it,’ Piven said casually, raising the water skin to his mouth. He swallowed. ‘And as long as he is, there will be people who will rally for the Valisars. And I’m extremely useful, I’m sure, as a symbol for the Valisar Crown until he reveals himself.’

      Greven cleared his throat. ‘Piven, you sound so much older than you are.’

      Piven turned and there was his beautiful uncomplicated smile again. ‘Is that a bad thing?’

      ‘No. No, not at all,’ Greven said, gathering his wits. ‘Refreshing, in fact…but unnerving all the same.’

      Piven’s smile widened. ‘Sorry. But forcing me to leave my home has brought this all out of me. We’ve lived in a very protected, remote manner, haven’t we, Greven? And now, suddenly, I’m being forced to confront the real world. Real dangers.’

      ‘Indeed. I would save you from it if I could.’

      ‘I know. You may have to yet.’

      Again, there it was; knowledge of something…a cryptic comment in a response as though Greven had given some form of admission. He was baffled by it. The truth was, he realised, he was baffled by Piven this day. He could hardly recognise him as the same quietly spoken, generally remote youth he’d shared a home with only a day or so earlier. Now he felt as though he was talking with an equal—an outspoken, well-informed one at that. ‘One more question, if I may?’ he asked.

      Piven looked up through his straggly dark hair. ‘Yes?’

      ‘When do you remember first making sense of what was being said around you?’

      The boy nodded. ‘I’ve asked myself that same question many times. I always return to the same answer.’

      ‘Which is?’

      ‘When my father, the king, died.’

      Greven didn’t have the heart to correct Piven. Besides, the boy would likely leap down his throat anyway. He didn’t need any further reminding of his lineage. ‘Can you describe that time? Not the horror of it but what was happening to you, I mean.’

      ‘I can’t, really. I just think I became more aware of everyone around me then. Real thoughts were impacting, people’s comments made a little more sense, I could focus a little bit. But only a bit. My main anchor, I suppose you could call him, was Vyk. When he was around I could concentrate and all the noises and confusion that usually filled my head would lessen a lot.’

      ‘Is the bird magical?’ Greven asked.

      Piven shrugged. ‘He was to me.’

      That was an evasive answer but Greven let it go. ‘Where has he gone?’

      ‘He’ll find us.’

      ‘Why are you so sure?’

      ‘I just am. He hasn’t finished with me.’

      Greven knew he should leave it alone, but he couldn’t. ‘So you think it was the death of King Brennus that allowed you to…to…’

      ‘To enter the world properly, yes,’ Piven replied. ‘But not immediately. It took time. You know how I was in the beginning.’

      ‘I do. But now look at you. I feel as though you’ve changed since we sat down!’

      Piven smiled, a true sunny smile. ‘I think being on the run like this has made me accept that I can’t keep hiding from who I am. Like you said, there will be people who would use my presence as a rally cry for those still loyal to the Valisars. And then there are those who would make use of my magics for their own gain. I’m not sure I would permit either.’

      He sounded so grown up it was astonishing. Greven tried not to show his surprise. ‘But we are loyal to the Valisars, surely?’

      ‘Of course, but I won’t be a pawn for someone else’s rebellion, Greven. I think I must find Leo.’

      ‘No, Piven. I had no intention of embarking on a crusade. I want us to escape attention, not go looking for it.’

      ‘You were hoping we could blend into another invisible life—Jon Lark and his son Petor?’

      Greven frowned. ‘Yes.’

      ‘Then you’re being naive.’ Greven felt a spike of fresh anxiety as Piven continued. ‘If this man Clovis can find me now he can find me again. And if he can find me so can Loethar or anyone else who wants me dead, or