'i shall recover, sire,' brys said.

ezgara smiled, then surveyed the others in the room. 'well, this is a fell gathering, isn't it? we should be relieved that my dearest wife is at the moment senseless beneath an exhausted consort, so that even her most trusted spies dare not intrude to report on this meeting. hopefully, when that finally occurs, it will be far too late.'

nifadas spoke, 'my king, i shall be the first to take my leave, if you will permit. the hour of my departure from the city fast approaches, and my preparations are far from complete.'

ezgara's lopsided smile broadened. 'first eunuch, your diligence in such matters is legendary, leaving me sceptical of your claims. none the less, you have my leave, if only that you might ensure your spies are made aware of precisely when her spies make their report, so that they in turn may report to you and you may then report to me. although what i am to do with such knowledge will no doubt escape me, given that the event initiating these flurries of reporting is none other than the one occurring right now in this room.'

nifadas bowed. 'none can rest in this dance, sire, as you well know.'

the king's smile tightened. 'well i do, indeed, first eunuch. be off with you, then.'

brys watched nifadas depart. as soon as the door was closed the king faced kuru qan. 'ceda, the chancellor continues to petition against finadd gerun eberict's attachment to the delegation. his arguments are persuasive.'

'he fears for the life of your son, your highness.'

ezgara nodded. 'and has the finadd's restraint so weakened that he might murder my heir?'

'one would hope not, sire.'

'do you imagine that my son understands the risk and will therefore act with constraint and decorum?'

'prince quillas has been advised of the dangers, sire,' kuru qan carefully replied. 'he has gathered about him his most trusted bodyguards, under the command of moroch nevath.'

'presumably, moroch feels equal to the task of defending his prince's life.' at this ezgara turned and fixed brys with an inquisitive gaze.

'moroch is supremely skilled, sire,' brys beddict said after a moment. 'i would hazard he will have tasters in line before the prince, and mages replete with a host of wards.'

'to the latter, your highness,' kuru qan said, 'i can attest. i have lost a number of skilled students to the queen's command.'

'thus,' ezgara diskanar said, 'we seek balance in the threat, and rely upon the wisdom of the players. should one party decide on preemptive action, however, the scenario fast unravels.'

'true, sire.'

'finadd brys beddict, is moroch nevath capable of advising restraint?'

'i believe so, sire.'

'the question remaining, however,' ezgara said, 'is whether my son is capable of receiving it.'

neither the ceda nor brys made response to that.

their king eyed them both for a long moment, then settled his attention on brys. 'i look forward to your return to duties, champion, and am relieved that you are recovering from your adventures.'

ezgara diskanar strode from the chamber. at the doorway's threshold he said - without turning or pausing - 'gerun eberict will need to reduce his own entourage, i think...'

the door was closed by one of kuru qan's servants, leaving the two men alone. the ceda glanced over at brys, then shrugged.

'if wherewithal was an immortal virtue...' brys ventured.

'our king would be a god,' kuru qan finished, nodding. 'and upon that we now stake our lives.' the lenses covering his eyes flashed with reflected light. 'curious observation to make at this time. profoundly prescient, i think. brys beddict, will you tell me more of your journey?'

'only that i sought to right a wrong, and that, as a consequence, the tiste edur will be unable to bind any more forgotten gods.'

'a worthwhile deed, then.'

'such is my hope.'

'what do the old witches in the market always say? "the end of the world is announced with a kind word." '

brys winced.

'of course,' the ceda continued distractedly, 'they just use that as an excuse to be rude to inquisitive old men.'

'they have another saying, ceda,' brys said after a moment. ' "truth hides in colourless clothes." '

'surely not the same witches? if so, then they're all the greatest liars known to the mortal world!'