“I do not think you realise the dangers that fill the dark corners of the world.” There was no good humour in Sulfur’s huge grin now. “Why, even as we speak you sit here… alone.” It had become a hungry leer, filled with sharp, white teeth. “So very, very fragile.”

She blinked, as if baffled. “Alone?”

“You are mistaken.” Shenkt had walked up in utter silence until he stood, unobserved, right at Sulfur’s shoulder, close as his shadow. Valint and Balk’s representative spun about, took a shocked step back and stood frozen, as though he’d turned to see the dead breathing in his ear.

“You,” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“I thought—”

“No.”

“Then… this is your doing?”

“I have had my hand in it.” Shenkt shrugged. “But chaos is the natural state of things, for men pull always in their own directions. It is those who want the world to march all the same way that give themselves the challenge.”

The different-coloured eyes swivelled to Monza, and back. “Our master will not—”

“Your master,” said Shenkt. “I have none, anymore, remember? I told him I was done. I always give a warning when I can, and here is yours. Get you gone. Return, you will not find me in a warning mood. Go back, and tell him you serve. Tell him I used to serve. We do not kneel.”

Sulfur slowly nodded, then his mouth slipped back into the smirk he wore when he came in. “Die standing, then.” He turned to Monza, gave his graceful bow once more. “You will hear from us.” And he strutted easily from the room.

Shenkt raised his brows as Sulfur disappeared from sight. “He took it well.”

She didn’t feel like laughing. “There’s a lot you’re not telling me.”

“Yes.”

“Who are you, really?”

“I have been many things. An apprentice. An ambassador. A solver of stubborn problems, and a maker of them. Today, it seems, I am a man who settles other people’s scores.”

“Cryptic shit. If I want riddles I can visit a fortune-teller.”

“You’re a grand duchess. You could probably get one to come to you.”

She nodded towards the doors. “You knew him.”

“I did.”

“You had the same master?”

“Once. Long ago.”

“You worked for a bank?”

He gave his empty smile. “In a manner of speaking. They do far more than count coins.”

“So I’m beginning to see. And now?”

“Now, I do not kneel.”

“Why have you helped me?”

“Because they made Orso, and I break whatever they have made.”

“Revenge,” she murmured.

“Not the best of motives, but good outcomes can flow from evil motives, still.”

“And the other way about.”

“Of course. You brought the Duke of Talins all his victories, and so I had been watching you, thinking to weaken him by killing you. As it happened, Orso tried to do it himself. So I mended you instead, thinking to persuade you to kill Orso and take his place. But I underestimated your determination, and you slipped away. As it happened, you set about trying to kill Orso…”