Rialus had the momentary desire to kick the grinning youth in the face, but he answered the boy calmly. He had actually expected some question like this, considering how much pleasure the Numrek seemed to take in publicly taunting him. “I can’t answer that. I’ve seen most of the Known World, which is wide and rich and wondrous, but I’ve seen very little of Ushen Brae—as yet only Avina.”

“And what do you think of it?” Allek pushed.

“Very impressive,” Rialus admitted, “from what I’ve seen—”

“From what you’ve seen?” Mulat broke in. He had just bitten a piece of roasted pork taken from the plates of food that occasionally passed from hand to hand. His chewing did not hinder his speaking. “What you’ve seen is less than nothing. It’s but a sliver. Avina stretches along the coast for thirty miles. Thirty miles of city, of palaces and stadiums and monuments: there is nothing to match that in your lands.”

Devoth did not seem pleased with the Numrek presumptions. He did not address them, smiling instead at Rialus. “You will see more, Rialus Leagueman. Many grand things. You’re our guest, so you’ll see the things that make us great. We will always treat you well, now and in the future. You can be sure of it. You believe me?”

He had to push it, didn’t he? Rialus thought. They always did. It was one way the Auldek were not so different from their Numrek cousins.

“Yes, of course,” Rialus began, but then faltered, unsure how to express his emotions. What was he? Grateful to be alive? Thrilled to have watched everyone he had traveled across the Gray Slopes with be slaughtered? Looking forward to whatever bloody spectacle he was here to watch? Overjoyed to be trapped in a land of brutes who threatened to stick red-hot pokers up his backside? Content to know almost nothing of his fate or what was expected of him? Resigned that if he did ever find his way back to Acacia, the queen would squash him beneath her shapely foot?

“I’m quite comfortable,” he managed.

“Good, good.” Devoth grinned and tossed his hair around. “It gives me joy to hear it.”

The man’s hard chin cut the air as he looked about, his eyes lit green by the sun. He kept brushing his hair back from his face, but he also moved in a manner to make sure it fell right back before his eyes a second later. Rialus almost suggested he tie it back with a cord, or perhaps get it trimmed. Not for the first time, Rialus wondered if Devoth was simpleminded. Or if he really might be unaware of the way in which Rialus’s life was a misery. He knew neither was likely. Devoth, Rialus feared, was in complete control of everything.