Back Last Argument Of Kings
Chapters (63)
  1. Contents
  2. PART I
  3. The Poison Trade
  4. Being Chief
  5. This Noble Business
  6. The New Man
  7. Feeding Time
  8. So Much in Common
  9. Honesty
  10. Ghosts
  11. Bad Debts
  12. A Ragged Multitude
  13. Beloved of the Moon
  14. Flowers and Plaudits
  15. Too Many Knives
  16. Best of Enemies
  17. Fortunes of War
  18. The Kingmaker
  19. The Trap
  20. Horrible Old Men
  21. Prepared for the Worst
  22. The Habit of Command
  23. The First Day
  24. Such Sweet Sorrow
  25. Picked Up A Shadow
  26. Questions
  27. The Fourth Day
  28. The Perfect Couple
  29. The Seventh Day
  30. Too Many Masters
  31. Sweet Victory
  32. Rude Awakenings
  33. PART II
  34. The Number of the Dead
  35. Leaves on the Water
  36. Authority
  37. The Circle
  38. Greater Good
  39. Skarlings Chair
  40. Leadership
  41. A Rock and a Hard Place
  42. Charity
  43. Better Left Buried
  44. Tomorrow's Hero
  45. Nightfall
  46. Questions
  47. The Day of Judgement
  48. Sacrifices
  49. Open the Box
  50. Dark Paths
  51. Reckonings
  52. After the Rains
  53. Answers
  54. The Wounded
  55. Patriotic Duties
  56. The First Law
  57. Tea and Threats
  58. Behind the Throne
  59. Good Men, Evil Men
  60. Not What You Wanted
  61. Loose Ends
  62. The Beginning
  63. Acknowledgments

'We can only do our best.' Hoff sadly shook his head. 'And find one mark at a time.'

'I, for one, suggest we look to the nobles,' said Glokta. There were several grumbles of agreement.

'His Eminence makes a fine point.'

'A sharp curtailment of the powers of the Open Council,' said Halleck.

'Harsh taxes on those who did not provide material support in the recent war.'

'Excellent! Trim the nobles' sails. Damn parasites.'

'Sweeping reforms. Lands returned to the crown. Levies on inheritance.'

'On inheritance! An inspired notion!'

'The Lord Governors too must be brought into the fold.'

'Skald and Meed. Yes. They have long enjoyed too much independence.'

'Meed can hardly be blamed, his province is a wreck—'

'This is not a question of blame,' said Bayaz. No indeed, we all know where that lies. 'This is a question of control. Victory has given us the opportunity for reform.'

'We need to centralise!'

'Westport as well. Too long they have played us off against the Gurkish.'

'They need us now.'

'Perhaps we should extend the Inquisition to their city?' suggested Glokta.

'A foothold in Styria!'

'We must rebuild!' The First of the Magi thumped at the table with one meaty fist. 'Better and more glorious even than before. The statues in the Kingsway may have fallen, but they have left space for new ones.'

'A new era of prosperity,' said Halleck, eyes shining.

'A new era of power,' said Hoff, raising his goblet.

'A golden age?' Bayaz looked up the table at Glokta.

'An age of unity and opportunity for all!' said the king.

His offering fell somewhat flat. Eyes swivelled uncomfortably toward the king's end of the table. Quite as if he noisily farted, rather than spoke. 'Er… yes, your Majesty,' said Hoff. 'Opportunities.' For anyone lucky enough to sit on the Closed Council, that is.

'Perhaps heavier taxes on the merchant guilds?' proffered Halleck. 'As our last Arch Lector had in mind. The banks also. Such a move could produce vast incomes—'

'No,' said Bayaz, offhand. 'Not the guilds, not the banks. The free operation of those noble institutions provides wealth and security to all. The future of the nation lies in commerce.'

Halleck humbly inclined his head. With more than a hint of fear, do I detect? 'Of course, Lord Bayaz, you are right. I freely admit my mistake.'

The Magus moved smoothly on. 'Perhaps the banks would be willing to extend a loan to the crown, however.'