“Alas, but no, Lord Oberon. Not since childhood. He spent most of his time off on adventures.”
I nodded, knowing he had gone off exploring the Shadow worlds. That's what I would have done in his place. This room was a place to sleep when he visited family and friends, nothing more. Home, for him, must have been some distant kingdom… just as Juniper had been our father's home and Ilerium had been mine.
“Yes, it's all yours, and congratulations,” Aber said from the doorway, sounding bored. He stifled a yawn. “You seem better. Over whatever caused your attack, or unconsciousness, or whatever it was.”
I agreed. “I'm sure I'll be all right now.”
“Go to sleep. I'd sure Dad would let you now. We're going to have a busy day tomorrow, I think.”
“Soon,” I said.
“Then I'll take my leave, if you don't mind. My suite is across the hall and down a bit. Ask any door for directions, if you need me. They know every room in the house.”
“Not so, Lord Aber!” objected Port. “I only know this floor…”
I chuckled. “I imagine they see a lot.”
“Sir!” said Port sternly. “You are talking about me in the third person again!”
“Sorry.” I sighed; I couldn't believe a door would reprimand me. “No offense meant, Port. I'm used to doors being inanimate objects.”
“Entirely understandable, and thank you, sir.”
“Don't spoil the woodwork,” Aber said. “Next he'll be asking you to wax and polish him.”
“Lord Aber!” Port sounded aghast. “I would never do such a thing!”
I chuckled. “I think Port and I will get along.” I glanced at my door. “You must have quite a few stories to tell, Port!”
“Doors do not gossip, Lord Oberon!” Port protested. “We value our owners' privacy too much.”
“Another rule?”
“Just so.”
“We'll see. Get a few goblets of brandy in you, and I'll bet—”
“Sir! Doors do not drink!”
I gave him a knowing wink. “I won't tell anyone!”
Port continued his protests, to no avail. Aber had to laugh.
I opened a door into a sitting room—containing several sofas, a pair of comfortable looking chairs, and not much else—and a smaller door into what appeared to be a servant's bedchamber. Then, finishing my circuit of the bedroom I joined my brother in the doorway. This suite would do nicely, and I found Port both useful and amusing. All told, quite acceptable.
“Thanks for everything,” I told my brother.
He slapped my shoulder. “Sleep lightly, Oberon.”
“Is there any other way?”
“Not here. And don't forget my warning—”
“Trust no one?”
He grinned. “Right!”
“Present company excepted, of course.”
“Of course.” Suddenly he turned and called out, “Boy!”
My valet from Juniper Castle, Horace—a young man of thirteen or so with close-cropped black hair and a shy demeanor—came bounding over to join us. He must have followed us up the stairs and been watching quietly from the side. I'd been too drunk to notice him before.
“Here, Lord Aber, Lord Oberon!” Horace said in a high squeak of a voice.
Aber said, “Oberon is feeling better, but he needs to be watched closely. Stay up with him tonight. Call me if anything happens. Do you understand?”
“Anything?”
“Anything unusual or dangerous… anything that threatens his life.”
Horace gulped. “Yes, sir.”
“If you fail in your duty,” he went on in a severe voice, “you will be held responsible for anything that happens to your master. By me and by our father.”
“Yes, sir,” he said.
“Nothing will happen,” I told Aber firmly. If not for the wine, I thought I could have walked unaided and mostly kept my balance. “At this rate, I'll be back to my old self in a day or two.”
“I hope so, but I'm not taking any chances,” Aber said firmly. “Dad doesn't like me the way he does you. If anything happens to you, he'll gladly skin me alive. After I skin your valet.”
Horace gulped audibly.
“Stop it,” I said. “You're scaring him.”
“I meant to.”
“He's just a boy.”
“Don't make excuses.” Aber hesitated, looking toward his own room. “Maybe I'd better sit up with you after all. If you think there's any danger—”
“No, no. Go to your own bed.” I made quick shooing motions with my hands. Those movements made the floor tilt alarmingly. “I can tell you're exhausted. More exhausted than me, even. It's been a long day for all of us. Go to bed, I'll do the same, and we'll have breakfast with Dad in the morning. We can all catch up then.”
Still he hesitated.
“I'll be fine,” I assured him. “I'm over the worst of it.”