was still a kind of pained defensiveness in her grey eyes.
‘My poor Ehlana,’ he said, his heart in his throat.
‘Hardly poor, dear Sparhawk. I have you now, and that makes me the richest woman in the world.’
‘We’ve got a problem, Ehlana,’ he said seriously.
‘I don’t see any problems. Not now.’
‘I think you misunderstood when I gave you my ring by mistake.’ He regretted that instantly. Her eyes opened as wide as they might have had he slapped her in the face. ‘Please don’t take what I just said wrong,’ he rushed on. ‘I’m just too old for you, that’s all.’
‘I don’t care how old you are,’ she said defiantly. ‘You’re mine, Sparhawk, and I’ll never let you go.’ Her voice was so filled with steel that he almost shrank from her.
‘I was sort of obliged to point it out,’ he backstepped. He had to ease her past that dreadful moment of injury. ‘Duty, you understand.’
She stuck her tongue out at that. ‘All right, now that you’ve made your genuflection in duty’s direction, we won’t ever mention it again. When do you think we should have the wedding – before or after you and Vanion go to Chyrellos and kill Annias? I’m rather in favour of getting right on with it, personally. I’ve heard all sorts of things about what goes on between a husband and wife when they’re alone, and I’m really very, very curious.’
Sparhawk turned bright red at that.
‘Is she asleep?’ Vanion asked when Sparhawk emerged from Ehlana’s bedroom.
Sparhawk nodded. ‘Did Lycheas tell you anything useful?’ he asked.
‘A number of things – mostly verification of things we’ve already guessed,’ Vanion replied. The Preceptor’s face was troubled, and the strain of bearing the swords of the fallen knights still showed on him, although he looked more vigorous now. ‘My Lord of Lenda,’ he said, ‘is the queen’s apartment here secure? I’d rather not have some of the things Lycheas told us becoming general knowledge.’
‘The rooms are quite secure, My Lord,’ Lenda assured him, ‘and the presence of your knights in the corridors will probably discourage anyone who’s afflicted with a burning curiosity.’
Kalten and Ulath entered, and they both had vicious grins on their faces. ‘Lycheas is having a very bad day,’ Kalten smirked. ‘Ulath and I were recalling a number of lurid executions we’d seen in the past while we were escorting him back to his cell. He found the notion of being burned at the stake particularly distressing.’
‘And he almost fainted when we raised the possibility of racking him to death,’ Ulath chuckled. ‘Oh, by the way, we stopped by the palace gate on our way back here. The church soldiers we captured are repairing it.’ The towering Genidian Knight set his axe in the corner. ‘Some of your Pandions have been out in the streets, Lord Vanion. It seems that quite a number of the citizens of Cimmura have dropped out of sight.’
Vanion gave him a puzzled look.
‘They seem a bit nervous for some reason,’ Kalten explained. ‘Annias has been in control of the city for quite a while now, and some people, nobles and commons alike, always have their eyes open for the main chance. They went out of their way to accommodate the good Primate. Their neighbours know who they are, though, and there have been a few incidents, I understand. When there’s a sudden change of power, many people want to demonstrate their loyalty to the new regime in some visible way. There appear to have been several spontaneous hangings and a fair number of houses are on fire. Ulath and I suggested to the knights that they put a stop to that at least. Fires do tend to spread, you know.’
‘I just love politics, don’t you?’ Tynian grinned.
‘Mob rule should always be suppressed,’ the Earl of Lenda said critically. ‘The mob is the enemy of any government.’
‘By the way,’ Kalten said curiously to Sparhawk, ‘did you really propose to the queen?’
‘It’s a misunderstanding.’
‘I was fairly sure it was. You’ve never struck me as the marrying kind. She’s going to hold you to it anyway, though, isn’t she?’
‘I’m working on that.’
‘I wish you all the luck in the world, but quite frankly, I don’t hold out much hope for you. I saw some of the looks she used to throw your way when she was a little girl. You’re in for an interesting time, I think.’ Kalten was grinning.
‘It’s such a comfort to have friends.’
‘It’s time you settled down anyway, Sparhawk. You’re getting to be too old to be running around the world picking fights with people.’
‘You’re as old as I am, Kalten.’
‘I know, but that’s different.’
‘Have you and Ulath decided who gets to dispose of Lycheas yet?’ Tynian asked.
‘We’re still discussing it.’ Kalten gave the big Thalesian a suspicious look. ‘Ulath’s been trying to foist a set of dice on me.’
‘Foist?’ Ulath protested mildly.
‘I saw one of those dice, my friend, and it had four sixes on it.’
‘That’s a lot of sixes,’ Tynian noted.
‘It is indeed.’ Kalten sighed. ‘To be honest with you, though, I don’t really think Ehlana’s going to let us kill Lycheas. He’s such a pathetic lump that I don’t think she’ll have the heart. Oh well,’ he added, ‘there’s always Annias.’
‘And Martel,’ Sparhawk reminded him.
‘Oh yes. There’s always Martel.’
‘Which way did he go after Wargun chased him away from Larium?’ Sparhawk asked. ‘I always like to keep track of Martel. I wouldn’t want him to get himself into any trouble.’
‘The last time we saw him, he was going east,’ Tynian said, shifting the shoulder plates of his heavy Deiran armour.
‘East?’
Tynian nodded. ‘We thought he’d go south to Umanthum, but we found out later that he’d moved his fleet to Sarrinium after the burning of Coombe – probably because Wargun has ships patrolling the straits of Arcium. He’s most likely back in Rendor by now.’
Sparhawk grunted. He unhooked his sword-belt, laid it on the table and sat down. ‘What did Lycheas tell you?’ he asked Vanion.
‘Quite a bit. It’s fairly obvious that he didn’t know everything Annias was doing, but surprisingly, he’s managed to pick up a great deal of information. He’s brighter than he looks.’
