“How do we know that this is not just an illusion?” asked Orvidin—but there was a reluctance in his voice as he turned back toward me that told me he wished with all his heart to believe there had been a dragon here. His voice firmed as he said to the room at large, “Ward’s a mage.”

“Does it matter?” said Kellen, stepping out of the passageway where he’d been waiting for his cue—which I hadn’t managed to get to yet. “You all know what my brother is. In your hearts you know that he must be stopped. It is only that the need is more urgent than you know.”

“May I present to you, Shavigmen all, Kellen Tallven, late of the King’s Asylum,” I said.

He bowed shallowly to me and after he had straightened, I stepped off the dais and dropped to my knees before him. This was important, my uncle explained to me in private. The biggest problem was not to get the Shavigmen to rebel, but to get them to support Kellen instead of me. Yet another reason for my plain clothes—I had the sinking feeling that Oreg hadn’t helped in that area at all.

Kellen was fitted in the richest fabrics we could scavenge, mostly velvet and fine wool. The green and gray of his house colors looked good on him, and the past few weeks, spent largely outdoors, had lessened the pallor of prison. He looked just as a king should, and he carried himself the same way.

“Gentlemen,” he said, touching my shoulder and signaling me to rise. “You have before you a story of which legends will be made. But as with all such legends, there is a core that is as basic as right and wrong.”

I stood up and stepped behind him, noticing that Orvidin had bent down to pick something up from the floor. I saw it glint in the uncertain light and thought it was his knife, dropped when Oreg had made his sudden appearance.

“My brother has no care for his kingdom. He collects tithes that are supposed to go to his armies, that he might defend the kingdoms. Where were those armies when the Vorsag attacked Oranstone? What has he done to help the nobles recover after they fought the Vorsag off themselves? Has he allowed the Oranstone nobles to return to their lands? Haverness holes up in Callis because if he returns to Estian—as by the king’s law he was supposed to—he knows he will fall afoul of the king’s assassins. Why? Because he saved Oranstone when the king would not and made my brother look foolish in the bargain. Haverness’s Hundred will be remembered in the history of our people long after our grandchildren are telling the story to their grandchildren. And my brother cannot tolerate that.”