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you see what I mean about logic?’ Kalten demanded of them. ‘What do you want, Ulath? A signed confession from Gerrich himself?’

      ‘Do you have one handy? All I’m saying is that we ought to keep an open mind. I don’t think we should close any doors yet, that’s all.’

      There was a firm knock on the door, and it opened immediately afterward. Mirtai looked in. ‘Bevier and Tynian are here,’ she announced.

      ‘They’re supposed to be in Rendor,’ Sparhawk said. ‘What are they doing here?’

      ‘Why don’t you ask them?’ Mirtai suggested pointedly. ‘They’re right out here in the corridor.’

      The two knights entered the room. Sir Bevier was a slim, olive-skinned Arcian, and Sir Tynian a blond, burly Deiran. Both were in full armour.

      ‘How are things in Rendor?’ Kalten asked them.

      ‘Hot, dry, dusty, hysterical,’ Tynian replied. ‘Rendor never changes. You know that.’

      Bevier dropped to one knee before Ehlana. Despite the best efforts of his friends, the young Cyrinic Knight was still painfully formal. ‘Your Majesty,’ he murmured respectfully.

      ‘Oh, do stand up, my dear Bevier,’ she smiled at him. ‘We’re friends, so there’s no need for that. Besides, you creak like a rusty iron-works when you kneel.’

      ‘Overtrained, perhaps, your Majesty,’ he admitted.

      ‘What are you two doing back here?’ Sparhawk asked them.

      ‘Carrying dispatches,’ Tynian replied. ‘Darrellon’s running things down there, and he wants the other preceptors kept abreast of things. We’re also supposed to go on to Chyrellos and brief the Archprelate.’

      ‘How’s the campaign going?’ Kalten asked them.

      ‘Badly,’ Tynian shrugged. ‘The Rendorish rebels aren’t really organised, so there aren’t any armies for us to meet. They hide amongst the population and come out at night to set fires and assassinate priests. Then they run back into their holes. We take reprisals the next day – burn villages, slaughter herds of sheep and the like. None of it really proves anything.’

      ‘Do they have any kind of a leader as yet?’ Sparhawk asked.

      ‘They’re still discussing that,’ Bevier said dryly. ‘The discussions are quite spirited. We usually find several dead candidates in the alleys every morning.’

      ‘Sarathi blundered,’ Tynian said.

      Bevier gasped.

      ‘I’m not trying to offend your religious sensibilities, my young friend,’ Tynian said, ‘but it’s the truth. Most of the clergymen he sent to Rendor were much more interested in punishment than in reconciliation. We had a chance for real peace in Rendor, and it fell apart because Dolmant didn’t send somebody down there to keep a leash on the missionaries.’ Tynian set his helmet on a table and unbuckled his sword-belt. ‘I even saw one silly ass in a cassock tearing the veils off women in the street. After the crowd seized him, he tried to order me to protect him. That’s the kind of priests the church has been sending to Rendor.’

      ‘What did you do?’ Stragen asked him.

      ‘For some reason I couldn’t quite hear what he was saying,’ Tynian replied. ‘All the noise the crowd was making, more than likely.’

      ‘What did they do to him?’ Kalten grinned.

      ‘They hanged him. Quite a neat job, actually.’

      ‘You didn’t even go to his defence?’ Bevier exclaimed.

      ‘Our instructions were very explicit, Bevier. We were told to protect the clergy against unprovoked attacks. That idiot violated the modesty of about a dozen Rendorish women. That crowd had plenty of provocation. The silly ass had it coming. If that crowd hadn’t hanged him, I probably would have. That’s what Darrellon wants us to suggest to Sarathi. He thinks the Church should pull all those fanatic missionaries out of Rendor until things quiet down. Then he suggests that we send in a new batch – a slightly less fervent one.’ The Alcione Knight laid his sword down beside his helmet and lowered himself into a chair. ‘What’s been happening here?’ he asked.

      ‘Why don’t the rest of you fill them in?’ Sparhawk suggested. ‘There’s someone I want to talk with for a few minutes.’ He turned and quietly went back into the royal apartment.

      The person he wanted to talk with was not some court functionary, but rather his own daughter. He found her playing with her kitten. After some thought, her Royal little Highness had decided to name the small animal ‘Mmrr’, a sound which, when she uttered it, sounded so much like the kitten’s purr that Sparhawk usually couldn’t tell for sure which of them was making it. Princess Danae had many gifts.

      ‘We need to talk,’ Sparhawk told her, closing the door behind him as he entered.

      ‘What is it now, Sparhawk?’ she asked.

      ‘Tynian and Bevier just arrived.’

      ‘Yes. I know.’

      ‘Are you playing with things again? Are you deliberately gathering all our friends here?’

      ‘Of course I am, father.’

      ‘Would you mind telling me why?’

      ‘There’s something we’re going to need to do before long. I thought I’d save some time by getting everybody here in advance.’

      ‘You’d probably better tell me what it is that we have to do.’

      ‘I’m not supposed to do that.’

      ‘You never pay any attention to any of the other rules.’

      ‘This is different, father. We’re absolutely not supposed to talk about the future. If you think about it for a moment, I’m sure you’ll see why. Ouch!’ Mmrr had bitten her finger. Danae spoke sharply with the kitten – a series of little growls, a meow or two and concluding with a forgiving purr. The kitten managed to look slightly ashamed of itself and proceeded to lick the injured finger.

      ‘Please don’t talk in cat, Danae,’ Sparhawk said in a pained tone. ‘If some chambermaid hears you, it’ll take us both a month to explain.’

      ‘Nobody’s going to hear me, Sparhawk. You’ve got something else on your mind, haven’t you?’

      ‘I want to talk with Sephrenia. There are some things I don’t understand, and I need her help with them.’

      ‘I’ll help you, father.’

      He shook his head. ‘Your explanations of things always leave me with more questions than I had when we started. Can you get in touch with Sephrenia for me?’

      She looked around. ‘It probably wouldn’t be a good idea here in the palace, father,’ she told him. ‘It involves something that might be hard to explain if someone overheard us.’

      ‘You’re going to be in two places at the same time again?’

      ‘Well – sort of.’ She picked up her kitten. ‘Why don’t you find some excuse to take me out for a ride tomorrow morning? We’ll go out of the city and I can take care of things there. Tell mother that you want to give me a riding lesson.’

      ‘You don’t have a pony, Danae.’

      She gave him an angelic smile. ‘My goodness,’ she said, ‘that sort of means that you’re going to have to give me one, doesn’t it?’

      He gave her a long, steady look.

      ‘You were going to give me a pony eventually anyway, weren’t you, father?’ She gave it a moment’s thought. ‘A white one, Sparhawk,’ she added. ‘I definitely want a white one.’ Then she snuggled her kitten

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