But it was not wholly a matter of contending for power, Valentine realized. It was a matter of preventing bloodshed where bloodshed was needless. Hissune plainly did not believe that Piliplok could be retaken peacefully; Valentine intended to demonstrate that it could be. Call it part of the new Coronal's education in the arts of government, Valentine thought. And if I fail, he thought—well, then, call it part of mine.

In the morning, as Piliplok burst into view high above the dark mouth of the great river Zimr, Valentine ordered his fleet to form two wings, with his flagship, the Lady Thiin, at their apex. And he placed himself, clad in the richly hued Pontifical robes of scarlet and black that he had had made for himself before departing from the Isle, at the prow of his vessel, so that all of Piliplok might see him clearly as the royal fleet approached.

"Again they send the dragon-ships to us," Sleet said.

Yes. As had been done the last time, when Valentine as Coronal had come to Piliplok on what was to have been the beginning of his grand processional through Zimroel, the fleet of dragon-hunters was sailing forth to meet him. But that other time they had had bright Coronal-ensigns of green and gold fluttering in their riggings, and they had greeted him with the joyous sounds of trumpets and drums. Now, Valentine saw, the dragon-ships flew a different flag, a yellow one with a great crimson slash across it, as somber and sinister as the spike-tailed vessels themselves. It was surely the flag of the free republic that Piliplok now deemed itself to be; nor was this fleet coming to hail him in any friendly way.

Grand Admiral Asenhart looked uneasily toward Valentine. He indicated the speaking-tube he held, and said, "Shall I order them to yield and escort us into port, majesty?" But the Pontifex only smiled, and signaled to him to be calm.

Now the mightiest of the Piliplok vessels, a monstrous thing with a horrifying fanged figurehead and bizarrely elaborate three-pronged masts, moved forward from the line and took up a position close by the Lady Thiin. Valentine recognized it as the ship of old Guidrag, the senior among the dragon-captains: and yes, there she was, the fierce old Skandar woman herself on the deck, calling out through a speaking tube,

"In the name of the free republic of Piliplok, stand forth and identify yourselves!"

"Give me the tube," Valentine said to Asenhart. Putting it to his lips, he cried, "This is the Lady Thiin, and I am Valentine. Come aboard and speak with me, Guidrag."

"I may not do that, my lord."

"I did not say Lord Valentine, but Valentine," he responded. "Do you take my meaning? And if you will not come to me, why, then I will go to you! Prepare to take me on board."

"Majesty!" said Sleet in horror.

Valentine turned to Asenhart. "Make ready a floater-basket for us. Sleet, you are the high spokesman: you will accompany me. And you, Deliamber."