“No,” said Loaf. “Maybe a version of her will, but she will definitely be with us when we get Umbo’s warning, and so the real Queen Param Sessamin will always come through in fine shape. Look, I must have been beaten up, arrested, probably killed dozens of times, judging from Umbo’s warnings. But here I am. If there are versions of me living out a very terrible life to the bitter end, I don’t know about it because those versions of reality don’t exist anymore.”

Param laughed cynically. “Is the same thing true of the end of life on Garden? If Noxon succeeds in figuring out why the Destroyers come from Earth, and stops them, does that mean that only one version of the future has a happy ending, but there are still dozens of versions in which everybody dies?”

“I don’t know,” said Loaf, “and I don’t care. Because I’ll be living in the one where Noxon saved the world. Just as I’ll be living in the version of history in which the Rebel King Umbo and the rightful Queen Param Sessamin prevailed over the pretender King Haddamander and the Mad Killer Queen Hagia Sessaminiak.”

“Sessaminiak,” said Param. It was the title of a Sessamid ruler who was rightfully deposed because of crimes or madness. It had happened only a few times, and in each case the Sessaminiak former King- or Queen-in-the-Tent was killed in a gruesome, lingering way.

“We don’t have to treat your mother the way the other Sessaminiaks were treated,” said Olivenko.

“Yes we do,” said Loaf. “Or the people will think she deserved leniency, in which case, why was she deposed? Or they might think that somehow her life was saved and you’ll be facing pretenders for the rest of your lives, and your children after you. There’s a reason for ruthlessness in the business of government and war. But don’t worry, Param. You won’t have to do it yourself.”

“I will stand and watch whatever is done,” said Param. “Or I’m not worthy to be Queen-in-the-Tent.”

“This whole royalty business is the crappiest job I can imagine,” said Umbo.

“The job of captured Rebel King is much worse,” said Loaf. “And the job of Param’s husband might be pretty good.”

To Rigg’s surprise, Param reached out and took Umbo’s hand. Apparently something like real affection had grown between them while he was gone. That was good. But it was also sad. Because so much could still go wrong, and one of them might easily die. The more they loved each other, the harder it would be to bear.