Briefly, he thought of the beast that he, his son, and the others had been summoned to look at. There had been no further news of dragons, because why would there be when none had been seen in years? Even so, Godwin couldnt shake the image of the creatures bones and scaled hide. So far, his son and his friends had done as commanded and kept quiet about it, but Godwin knew that such things had a way of finding their way into the light. He needed to know more.

Grey will find something, he murmured, thinking of the way the sorcerer had warned him that the boy would be rushing into the hall, warning him to speak with him alone, and suggesting what to do with him.

Your majesty? The man standing before him was short and dressed in faded noble clothes. He also looked terrified. Im sure that the royal magus has better things to do than help with my paltry problems.

Godwin realized too late that hed spoken loud enough to be heard, and worse, he couldnt even remember what this mans request had been. Something to do with lost ancestral lands? The truth was that hed been too caught up in his thoughts to listen.

Would you shun my sorcerers help? he asked.

The man paled visibly.

Oh, very well, Godwin said. Return tomorrow, and we will find a better solution. For now though, I am tired. This audience session is at an end. Let the feast recommence.

Wait, your majesty! a voice from the far end of the hall called. For King Ravin wishes to give his congratulations on the wedding of your daughter.

The man who came forward was dressed in a style that Godwin assumed was popular in the Southern Kingdom, with slashed sleeves revealing white silk beneath, and pantaloons that billowed as he walked. He had an oiled black beard and a mustache that had been shaped into two hook-like curls. His hat was broad brimmed and feathered, while his boots laced with white ribbons most of the way up his shins. All in all, Godwin thought he looked ridiculous as he pushed past the long line of audience seekers.

People usually receive their audiences in the order that they arrive, Godwin said.

Ah, the man replied with a bow, but it is not usual to receive an ambassador from King Ravin himself. I am Ambassador DEntre. I have crossed the bridges and ridden hard to be here. Surely you will hear me, your majesty?

King Godwin sighed. He knew that making the man wait might be seen as an insult to their neighbor, and even though the river prevented any threat of war, he wanted good relations for the little trade that there was across the bridges.

Very well, he said. I take it that your king sends his congratulations on my daughters forthcoming nuptials?