Armada of Antares (Dray Prescot #11)

Chapter 1
Swordplay in a garden
"Drak!" said the Princess Majestrix of Vallia, walking unhurriedly across the grass to the pool's edge. "If you insist on climbing the tree I shall be cross." She put one bare toe into the water and shook her head, looking so gorgeously lovely that I marveled anew at her beauty. "Of course, Drak, if you fall in I shall be more than cross. You are wearing your best clothes."
"I'm not wearing my best clothes," said Lela, higher in the tree. She looked down at her brother, giggled, and threw a leafy twig at him. "Silly boy! All dressed up to see his soldiers."
"I will climb up," said Drak, with the solemn ferociousness of extreme youth. "And pull your hair."
Delia's smile vanished. Her face took on a most purposeful look as she stared up into the missal tree which overhung this small private pool in a walled garden of Esser Rarioch. The garden rioted with flowers, their colors and scents filling the air with brilliant beauty and sweet perfumes. And, over all, the high blue sky of Kregen smiled down, fluffed with cloud. From that sky shone the twin suns, the Suns of Scorpio, Zim and Genodras, the red and the green, streaming down their glorious mingled opaz radiance.
Well, I was home. Home in my island Stromnate of Valka, off the coast of Vallia, and my Delia had very quickly led me to understand that bringing up twins, a boy demon and a girl demoness, was a far cry from racing off into adventure with my red cloak flaring and the glitter of a rapier in my eyes.
I looked up at young Drak, whose vigorous body swung from the tree branch as he hauled himself up with a determination of which I approved despite his mother's stern admonishments about his best clothes. "Drak," I said, speaking in my relaxed at-home voice. "Drak, my lad. If you fall into the water you will not please your mother. If you fall at all you will not please me. And, anyway, if you fall into the water you will hardly be ready to present the standards to your regiment."
"I will not fall, Father."
"Humph," I said. But he was right. The little devil could climb like a grundal, one of those rock-apes of the inner sea.
No doubt some deep realization that his mother meant what she said penetrated at last, making him heed her rather than his desire to scare his sister. For I had noticed that for all the bloodthirsty threats young Drak made against Lela, he did not carry them out -- or not many of them and only very briefly. I had, like any parent, a deep concern and apprehension over the relationship of my children and, thank Zair, I saw they loved each other. Now he began to shinny down the tree, with a careless, casual abandonment that masked his exquisite care over his bright buff clothes and the red and white sash.
I smiled.
Delia, I saw, contained a tremble at the corner of her mouth, that mouth which in its soft ripe redness held the whole universe of beauty, and she half turned away so that her twins should not see how easily they could move her. She wore a brief white tunic, flowing free, and I would have stepped forward and taken her in my arms.
The little wicket gate in the angle of the old red brick wall, drowned in white and purple flowers, opened with a smash. A Valkan archer stumbled through. He wore the usual Vallian buff, bedecked with the brave red and white Valkan favor. His bow was broken in two, dangling by the string. He had lost his wide-brimmed hat and his fair hair tumbled about his face. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, one hand groping before him, the fingers outspread. Speaking was difficult, for a thick spear had passed between his ribs, and I did not think he had long to live. But, before he died, this guard tried to cry out his warning.