“Your Excellency.” He bowed almost as low as her chamberlain, which took some doing.

“Master…?”

“Sulfur. Yoru Sulfur, at your service.” He had different-coloured eyes, she noticed as he drew closer to the desk—one blue, one green.

“From the Banking House of Valint and Balk.”

“I have the honour of representing that proud institution.”

“Lucky you.” She glanced around the great chamber. “I’m afraid a lot of damage was done in the assault. Things are more… functional than they were in Orso’s day.”

His smile only widened. “I noticed a little damage to the walls on my way in. But functional suits me perfectly, your Excellency. I am here to discuss business. To offer you, in fact, the full backing of my employers.”

“I understand you came often to my predecessor, Grand Duke Orso, to offer him your full backing.”

“Quite so.”

“And now I have murdered him and stolen his place, you come to me.”

Sulfur did not even blink. “Quite so.”

“Your backing moulds easily to new situations.”

“We are a bank. Every change must be an opportunity.”

“And what do you offer?”

“Money,” he said brightly. “Money to fund armies. Money to fund public works. Money to return glory to Talins, and to Styria. Perhaps even money to render your palace less… functional.”

Monza had left a fortune in gold buried near the farm where she was born. She preferred to leave it there still. Just in case. “And if I like it sparse?”

“I feel confident that we could lend political assistance also. Good neighbours, you know, are the surest shelter in a storm.” She did not like his choice of words, so soon after she’d used them herself, but he went smoothly on. “Valint and Balk have deep roots in the Union. Extremely deep. I do not doubt we could arrange an alliance between you and their High King.”

“An alliance?” She didn’t mention that she’d very nearly consummated an alliance of a different kind with the King of the Union, in a gaudy bedchamber at Cardotti’s House of Leisure. “Even though he’s married to Orso’s daughter? Even though his sons may have a claim on my dukedom? A better claim than mine, many would say.”

“We strive always to work with what we find, before we strive to change it. For the right leader, with the right backing, Styria is there for the taking. Valint and Balk wish to stand with the victor.”

“Even though I broke into your offices in Westport and murdered your man Mauthis?”

“Your success in that venture only demonstrates your great resourcefulness.” Sulfur shrugged. “Men are easily replaced. The world is full of them.”

She tapped thoughtfully at the top of her desk. “Strange that you should come here, making such an offer.”

“How so?”

“Only yesterday I had a very similar visit from a representative of the Prophet of Gurkhul, offering his… backing.”

That gave him a moment’s pause. “Whom did he send?”

“A woman called Ishri.”

Sulfur’s eyes narrowed by the smallest fraction. “You cannot trust her.”