Mamun shrugged. 'God smiles on results.' More figures in white armour spilled into the square and spread out around its edge. They moved with careless grace, with effortless strength, with bottomless arrogance. Ferro frowned around at them, the Seed clutched tight at one hip, her sword at the other.

'If you have a plan,' she hissed. 'Now might be the time.'

But the First of the Magi only watched as they were surrounded, the muscles twitching on the side of his face, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. 'A shame that Khalul himself could not pay a visit, but you have brought some friends with you, I see.'

'One hundred, as I promised. Some few have other tasks about the city. They send their regrets. But most of us are here for you. More than enough.' The Eaters were still. They stood facing inwards, spread out in a great ring with the First of the Magi at their centre. Ferro Maljinn felt no fear, of course.

But these were poor odds.

'Answer me one thing,' called Mamun, 'since we are come to the end. Why did you kill Juvens?'

'Juvens? Ha! He thought to make the world a better place with smiles and good intentions. Good intentions get you nothing, and the world does not improve without a fight. I say I killed no one.' Bayaz looked sideways at Ferro. His eyes were feverish bright, now, his scalp glistened with sweat. 'But what does it matter who killed who a thousand years ago? What matters is who dies today.'

'True. Now, at last, you will be judged.' Slowly, very slowly, the circle of Eaters began to contract, stepping gently forward as one, drawing softly inwards.

The First of the Magi gave a grim smile. 'Oh, there will be a judgement here, Mamun, on that you can depend. The magic has drained from the world. My Art is a shadow of what it was. But you forgot, while you were gorging yourselves on human meat, that knowledge is the root of power. High Art I learned from Juvens. Making I took from Kanedias.'

'You will need more than that to defeat us.'

'Of course. For that I need some darker medicine.'

The air around Bayaz' shoulders shimmered. The Eaters paused, some of them raised their arms in front of their faces. Ferro narrowed her eyes, but there was only the gentlest breath of wind. A subtle breeze, that washed out from the First of the Magi in a wave, that lifted the sawdust from the stones and carried it out in a white cloud to the very edge of the Square of Marshals.

Mamun looked down, and frowned. Set into the stone beneath his feet, metal shone dully in the thin sunlight. Circles, and lines, and symbols, and circles within circles, covering the entire wide space in a single vast design.