‘They seem a bit nervous for some reason,’ Kalten explained. ‘Annias has been in control of the city for quite a while now, and some people, nobles and commons alike, always have their eyes open for the main chance. They went out of their way to accommodate the good Primate. Their neighbours know who they are, though, and there have been a few incidents, I understand. When there’s a sudden change of power, many people want to demonstrate their loyalty to the new regime in some visible way. There appear to have been several spontaneous hangings and a fair number of houses are on fire. Ulath and I suggested to the knights that they put a stop to that at least. Fires do tend to spread, you know.’

‘I just love politics, don’t you?’ Tynian grinned.

‘Mob rule should always be suppressed,’ the Earl of Lenda said critically. ‘The mob is the enemy of any government.’

‘By the way,’ Kalten said curiously to Sparhawk, ‘did you really propose to the queen?’

‘It’s a misunderstanding.’

‘I was fairly sure it was. You’ve never struck me as the marrying kind. She’s going to hold you to it anyway, though, isn’t she?’

‘I’m working on that.’

‘I wish you all the luck in the world, but quite frankly, I don’t hold out much hope for you. I saw some of the looks she used to throw your way when she was a little girl. You’re in for an interesting time, I think.’ Kalten was grinning.

‘It’s such a comfort to have friends.’

‘It’s time you settled down anyway, Sparhawk. You’re getting to be too old to be running around the world picking fights with people.’

‘You’re as old as I am, Kalten.’

‘I know, but that’s different.’

‘Have you and Ulath decided who gets to dispose of Lycheas yet?’ Tynian asked.

‘We’re still discussing it.’ Kalten gave the big Thalesian a suspicious look. ‘Ulath’s been trying trying to foist a set of dice on me.’

‘Foist?’ Ulath protested mildly.

‘I saw one of those dice, my friend, and it had four sixes on it.’

‘That’s a lot of sixes,’ Tynian noted.

‘It is indeed.’ Kalten sighed. ‘To be honest with you, though, I don’t really think Ehlana’s going to let us kill Lycheas. He’s such a pathetic lump that I don’t think she’ll have the heart. Oh well,’ he added, ‘there’s always Annias.’

‘And Martel,’ Sparhawk reminded him.

‘Oh yes. There’s always Martel.’

‘Which way did he go after Wargun chased him away from Larium?’ Sparhawk asked. ‘I always like to keep track of Martel. I wouldn’t want him to get himself into any trouble.’

‘The last time we saw him, he was going east,’ Tynian said, shifting the shoulder plates of his heavy Deiran armour.

‘East?’