“The proclamations have not been heralded, but they will, shortly after Cassius returns to Sky Bay. He’s assuming rule as regent.”

Baldrick’s eyes grew wide.

“There’s concern there’ll be a revolt. The other realms will move to ally with Cassius should that happen, and Carrington thinks to slip in and find victory when the rest have their attention turned to Airen,” True continued.

“By the gods,” Baldrick whispered.

“Although King Mars has sent troops to his northeastern borders, and their presence will be made known the instant Cassius makes his proclamations, freeing their women from oppression, Mars has also sent troops to his northwestern borders. Carrington doesn’t know this last. Though, this is only a precaution. He won’t need them.”

“I feel great gladness for the women of Airen. It is about time and was around three hundred years ago. I also feel great anger at the avarice of our royal advisor,” Baldrick declared.

He was not the only one.

“I will expect you to keep that to yourself,” True told him.

“It goes without saying,” Baldrick replied.

“I will do the same if need be, Baldrick. Cassius is done with half of his subjects living under tyranny. I am done with all of mine living under whim.”

With that, Baldrick’s face grew firm with resolution.

“Is there aught you need of us?” Baldrick asked.

“Not aught that isn’t likely dangerous,” True answered.

“Do not offend me,” Baldrick warned.

“I came to show my intended The Doors, introduce her to your band. This is not why I’m here, friend.”

“I believe you, True, but we are Dellish and we are loyal to the crown, the one you wear. So I will repeat, is there aught you need of us?”

“Are Welbrix and Galbdor still skilled with seeing things even as they remain unseen?”

“The best of any gnome band.”

“My men noted them following us.”

“If that is true, it is only because they didn’t mind you did.”

True nodded. “I have eyes and ears in Notting Thicket, but Brix and Gal could see things, hear things, and follow up in ways others cannot. This would be useful, and at this juncture in relations, could even be crucial.”

This time, Baldrick nodded. “It is done. They’ll leave in the morning.”

“You have my gratitude.”

“If that is so, invite me to your wedding to that lovely girl.”

True felt his brows draw together. “You haven’t received your summons yet?”

Baldrick looked away. “You know how your mother feels about gnomes.”

True felt a muscle pulse in his cheek. “That will be rectified.”

Baldrick again caught his eyes. “True—”

True interrupted him. “The others?”

Baldrick didn’t answer.

“Baldrick,” he prompted.

“There is talk, and no. None have received the royal summons. She might have invited the Keepers of the Lights, but I don’t know. No one talks to them. They’re ridiculous in their pretention.”