Book 9: Chapter 16: R

Book 9: Chapter 16: R

The life of an average citizen in Terandria was said to be better than most Izrilians, Balerosians, Chandrarians, and especially Blighted Kingdom citizens. Not because their levels were higher or any nation was more magically or technologically advanced, but because Terandria, as a continent, was safer.

As a Human-dominated continent, the interspecies wars, such as the Drake and Gnoll conflicts, had been replaced by, uhintraspecies war. But civilized war, such that the average member of the common folks slaughter by invading armies was frowned upon and largely condemned. Even Baleros with its mercenary armies had less of a genteel approach to warfare.

SimilarlyTerandrias systems of organization were completely different from city-states in Izril, for instance. Unlike how, in Izril, you might be subject to a Walled City or nobles authority or simply be a largely free agent only bound to whatever local city laws there were, Terandria was about identity.

Almost no farm or village was independent. They fell under the authority of a local noble who reported to and was overseenin theoryby a larger noble, who reported to the biggest noble still. This was all under the aegis of the crown, and every kingdom in Terandria had, well, a [King] or [Queen]. Or both.

All this meant that you got interesting scenarios about responsibility and duty. If a plague or natural disaster or monster were not addressed, the blame lay, in part, on the person governing the area. Whether or not they were held accountable was one thingbut it meant that, in theory, the common folkagain, a term that Rabbiteater kept hearing more and more oftengrew to depend on their rulers.

He looked at it as similar to Goblin tribes, where you had a lot of Chieftainsbut in this case, the Chieftains were not necessarily reliable. They were appointed by a super-Chieftain and

Well, at that point his head began to hurt, and the [Knight of the Dawn] would try to get Meisa, Talia, or whomever it was to change the subject. He had no problem with the concept because he didnt think hard about it.

If it was a good system, it was good. If it was bad, someone should do something about it. What he didnt appreciate were all the attempts torationalize it to him. As if, somehow, he should be taking notes and making all the Goblins or Izrilians copy this method of governance.

You have [Lords]. I have [Chieftains]. If things are good, one is like the other. Doesnt matter, does it?

The Hobgoblin muttered, and instantly, no less than four people began arguing.

Rabbit! We have been trying to tell you

A [Lord] is not a [Chieftain]

I say, Rabbiteater, I understand your logic, but its somewhat insulting to

the historical [Chieftains] came out of barbarous tribes, its true, but Terandria distinguished itself with the right of kings and

Four outraged [Knights] all began nattering at Rabbiteater as he put his fingers in his ears. He got to do this because they were in a carriage with curtains, so hed taken off his helmet to relax. He was regretting it.

Dame Meisa, Dame Talia, Ser Ilm, and Ser Markus were all defending their beloved Terandria. However, they fell silent as the last member of the carriage spoke.

Yep. Thats what I think, too.

Ser Greysten grinned as he wedged a travel pillow behind his back and put his feet up on the far seats. The carriage was very spacious, a twelve-seater, so the five [Knights] were being well-accommodated with Rabbiteater. Not that the Summers Champion was so indecorous with the junior members of the Order of Seasons.

He was just copying Rabbiteater, who was enjoying lying stretched out, bridged across both seats. It took some core strength to keep himself level, but Talias look of mild outrage was worth it. Greysten chortled as the [Knights] chose their words carefully.

Ser Greysten. Surely you cant be serious.

Dame Talia, was, predictably, the first one to speak. For a response, the Summers Champion, Greysten, still nursing several bandaged wounds and healing from his duel with Ailendamus champion, Ser Uzine, just shrugged. He scratched irritably at the visible gauze under a tunic emblazoned with orange and yellow, like a sunburst itself.

You are lecturing a Goblin, Dame Talia, about [Kings] and nobility. I remind you, Goblins have their Kings and LordsI dont know if encouraging Ser Solstice to monarchy is wise.

The other [Knights] fell silent, and Rabbiteater grinned at this mention of his species most objectionable trait to non-Goblins. He looked across at Ser Markus, who eyed Rabbiteaters gauntleted feet resting on his seat. Ser Ilm cleared his throat.

It is that very issue we hope to resolve in some manner, Summers Champion. Hence the ethical dilemma the Falls Sentinel has proposed: [Knight] or not, it would be wrong to help create a Goblin King. But that danger is remote indeed, and countered by injecting

He hesitated, and Dame Meisa spoke snippily.

What? Civilization, to Goblins?

Say, rather, alternate viewpoints Ser Solstice might carry to his people.

Ser Ilm was quick on his verbal feet. Not as much on the training field, but he was still one of the better Autumn Knights in a fight. Rabbiteater grinned wider as he peeked out the window. He was fiddling with the doorknob, but Ser Markus deftly handed him a helmet before the Goblin could go out. Rabbiteater glanced over his shoulder.

Goblins know lots of viewpoints. We just dont do any of em.

Because you believe you have a better way of doing things? Because you refuse to accept some ideal of the presented modes of organizing?

Ser Ilm had a quill at the ready; he was writing notes, which would be private, about Rabbiteater and his culture. It would join scant writings on Goblins, so everything Rabbiteater said was valuable indeed. It was flattering and why Rabbiteater didnt really get mad at Ilm. The Hobgoblins grin widened.

Nope. No one lives long enough to do anything fancy. [Farmer]? Most Goblins die in five years or less. No time to swing a hoe.

Then he shoved the helmet on his head and popped out of the carriage. The other five [Knights] sat there in an uncomfortable silence. Ser Solstice, or Rabbiteater, could generate it quite often when discussing his home, and the [Knights] really only had themselves to blame. Ser Ilm, for his part, just scribbled Rabbiteaters reply down with a sigh.

Im beginning to realize most of Goblins issues boil down to that reply.

Dame Talias lips compressed. Perhaps shed been about to say something to the effect of, when they have freedom to grow, they become Goblin Lords or something like that. Which would have started a fight with Meisa. However, Ser Markus just looked thoughtful, and Ser Greysten cracked one eye open.

Then dont try and solve a species. Just watch our Ser Solstice, Ilm.

The Fall Knight ducked his head, abashed. Everyone looked out the window, and Markus rolled up the blinds now that Rabbiteater was jogging alongside the rolling wagon. They had to admitpart of this discussion and trying to show Rabbiteater all these Terandrian ideas?

It was because they liked him and wanted him to stay. After all, even if the war wasnt officially over, the Order of Seasons, like the Dawn Concordat, was celebrating their great victory. The advent of many other nations into the battle against the previously-indomitable Ailendamus meant everyone could breathe and peace might follow soon, or at least, a less dire war. The problem was

Rabbiteater seemed to be growing less happy and more restless by the day. So they had to show him reasons to stay. Unfortunately, what the Goblin saw and listened to was less the philosophy of state. He was more interested in

[Peasants].

Actual [Peasants]. Rabbiteater stopped jogging alongside the carriage and peered at them almost as hard as they gawked at him. He had never seen one before.

Peons. Peasants. Rabbiteater knew the first term from, well, Lyonette. It was a catchphrase of hers, and peasant wasa word. Yep. One that he heard very rarely, and probably only Numbtongue would use it in common dialogue.

But as a class? [Peasant] was soso

Weird.

Think about it. A class was who you were, even if it were an aspect. Within everyone was thethe potential to become a [Fisher]. Or a [Warrior]. Some people could become things others couldnt; not everyone had the magic to become a [Mage] or the birthright of a [Lord], for instance, but you could obtain these classes.

But[Peasant]? The Goblin stared at them. How did one [Peasant]? What was [Peasant] as a class?

The answer was: it was Terandrian. Not just Terandrian, but the first [Peasants] he met were part of the Eternal, Glorious, something, something nation of Calanfer. The carriage was passing down a road headed straight for the capital, and even close to the Eternal Throne of Calanfer, the largest and most famous city in the nation where their famous throne resided

The farms and peasant-ish lifestyles continued. Rabbiteater supposed that made sense. You wanted farms near where you ate. But not too close! Or you got chickens in the throne room, and his observations of the [Princesses] were that they had never seen a chicken uncooked. Every nation needed farms. Every nation needed artisans who could make basic goods. Herd sheep for wool, grow food, cut wood, mine orevery stereotypical things.

Howeverit seemed like Terandria didnt have specialist classes. Or rather, instead of starting as a [Miner], some people started as a [Peasant]. And they got weird Skills.

Ser Knight! Ser Knight! Thank you for fighting at the Archmages Pass! Are you bound for the capital? Bless you!

Some of the people in the fields were cheering as Rabbiteater jogged past. They had been calling out all this while to the Thronebearers and other riding [Knights] along with members of Pheislants army. Rabbiteater saw two dozen people working in a vast field that grew, of all things, turnips.

They were harvesting a fall crop, and by the looks of it, doing fairly well. It was not a hugely productive field.

Rabbiteater had seenor rather, raidedthe best farms around the High Passes. If the Redfangs had descended on Calanfer, they would have passed this field up unless pickings were slim. It wasnt poorbut Rabbiteater had seen Level 30 [Farmers] and what they could produce.

Turnips as big as your head. These ones? Regular-sized. However, it seemed like this farm fed an attached field of cows, another of pigs, and an entire herd of sheep. The most classic farmstead he could imagine. There were some horses grazing and resting from pulling plows, and a pair of dogs had been racing up and down, barking at the passing warriors.

Right now, they had stopped, smelled Rabbiteater, and were staring at him warily. He kept wearing anti-scent charms, but dogs sometimes recognized Goblins anyways. One growledand a [Peasant] in his mid-thirties quickly shooed the animal off. He tipped a wide-brimmed hat at Rabbiteater.

Apologies, Ser Knight! Calanfers Eternal Throne protect you!

He bowed, and Rabbiteater was amazed to see all two dozen other people do the same. It was a single bow, but it looked like a lot of work to bother doing.

No problem. Uhnice dog.

At this, the [Peasant] seemed amazed by the response. He beamed and, emboldened, stared at the coach that Calanfer had sent for the Order of Seasons.

Thank you, sir! Are you Pheislants [Knights]? OrNoelictus?

He didnt know, and Rabbiteater had no heraldry, so the Goblin shrugged and pointed to the [Knights] nodding and waving to some of the very young workers in the field. Ser Markus seemed most at homehe came from the common folk, while everyone else did not. His eyes were knowledgeable as he scanned the field and farm.

Were Order of Seasons. They are. Im from Izril.

Instantly, the [Peasants] focused on him. The first mans eyes widened. Rabbiteater got a chance to look him up and down now they were close, and he began to understand what a [Peasant] was.

Peasants were poor. And that wasnt even bias. Rabbiteater had visited a few cities in his time living around Liscor, and he had observed a few basic facts that Erin took for granted.

For instance, she had found Liscor pretty close to her actual home in terms of dress, sanitation, and whatnot. The clothing, if different, was not notably worse.

Calanfers [Peasants] were hardly raggedly people bathing in mud; they looked rather clean, and Rabbiteater saw only a tiny, artful seam hiding a tear. They seemed fed enough, but the difference between them and, say, someone from Celum or Liscor was this:

They wore wool, not cotton. It looked like nice wool, but it wasnt cotton. The man wiped his brow, with, yes, a handkerchief that had embroidery on it, a blue stitch around the faded and washed linen.

That was all. They carried steel-tipped hoes, their hand-carts looked well-made, and Rabbiteater didnt see any notable injuries or malnourishment that Goblins were all too familiar with. But their clothing budget was definitely not, say, the same as the Order of Seasons.

At any rate, the man seemed in awe of Rabbiteaters attire, which was full-steel, rich by any citizens standards no matter where you went, let alone the magical cloak hanging from his shoulders and his enchanted axe. He took it all in and came to a quick conclusion.

Thencould you beSer Solstice? The Goblin Slayer?

Now, the Hobgoblin was getting embarrassed. They stared at his armor and seemed shocked it didnt glow. But since he was bad at lying, Rabbiteater shrugged.

Yes?

Instantly, all twenty-one of them tossed down their tools and flocked towards him.

Ser Solstice! We saw a recording of your duel with the Dame of the Hills!

Ser, you rode with Princess Seraphel the Dutiful! Please, Ser, will you take some water?

May I shake your hand, Ser?

The carriage halted as the Hobgoblin was suddenly surrounded by an odd group offawning people? It wasnt like a Goblin mob where theyd tackle you and cover you with affection or Erins friendliness. They were both around him and not pressing in, as if afraid theyd upset him.

Ironically, that made Rabbiteaters skin crawl harder. But the looks of enraptured admiration were real. Someone ran for a well, and more kept bowing.

Uh oh. You alright, Rabbit?

Dame Meisa called out, which made the [Peasants] hesitate, but Rabbiteater nodded. He shook a few hands, which delighted the [Peasants]. He declined water, but the head of this farm was insistent.

For the Lightheralds successor

Im not. I just, uh, got some light temporarily.

then for the champion who helped fight for Calanfer! Anything you need, Ser! I am sure the capital will want for nothingit is a glorious place. But if you wish for food, drinkanything our humble farm can provide

He was almost insistent. Which was weird. Rabbiteater began to wonder if something was up. Talia was giving him an encouraging look, and even Markus gave Rabbit a covert nod. All the [Peasants] looked ready to run for a cup of water or

Why? Because he was Ser Solstice, the [Knight] who had fought with Seraphel? Rabbiteater wasnt shinyLyonettes boon had worn off, and he was really unhappy because it had been so useful. Even sohe gave in out of sheer desperation.

Um. Turnips.

Turnips, Ser Solstice?

Yep. Can I have one?

Rabbiteater hadnt eaten a turnip in a long time. He had a vague image of roasting one over the fire with a stickor if you wanted to be decadent, putting some with oil in a pan, some salt or something for flavor, and giving it a good fry.

That was a Goblin meal. He only really wanted one, but at this, the [Peasants] ran towards their carts and promptly began hunting for the best turnip. Only the best! Dozens of misshapen ones were tossed aside, and they came back with nearly fifteen turnips.

I, uhonly want one.

As many as you need, Ser Solstice! Its not the finest fare, but I do have [Pestless Crops]! For you, sir! Someone wash it off

Eventually, he had three turnips, and the beaming people had bowed so many times Rabbiteater was afraid the older ones would snap their spines. He backed away to the carriage, feelingvaguely unnerved by all of it.

Turnips? Of all the things to ask for, Rabbiteater

Dame Meisa was patently amused as the Hobgoblin retreated into the carriage. Rabbiteater waved at the [Peasants], who were cheering the Goblin Slayer, and he muttered.

Lets go. Now.

The [Driver] urged the horses, and Rabbiteater waved a bit and stared at the people in the field. He looked around.

Is Calanfer all like that? Likefriendly but because Im a [Knight]? Whats the word for

Sycophantic?

Ser Ilm suggested. Rabbiteater shrugged.

I dont know what that is. Sick?

No, ah, flattering. Flattering to the point where its not quite real. Especially to the nobles and those of higher station?

Ah. Yes. Do they do that for everyone?

Ser Markus snorted.

If a local noble orperish the thoughtone of the [Princesses] had gotten out of their carriages, it would have drawn everyone in twenty miles to bow and kiss their hands. Good thing you didnt ask for a slice of beef. They might have slaughtered a cow on the spot.

Rabbiteater shifted and felt a crawl down his spine.

Weird. Why?

Because youre a [Knight]. Thronebearers are treated like that, and while Pheislant has far less of the peasantryCalanfer does well to make its citizens love the Eternal Throne. Especially so close to the capital.

Ser Greysten seemed to understand Rabbiteaters uneasiness. So did Markus; Talia looked slightly miffed that Rabbiteater found the experience unpleasant. As for Ser Ilmhe was watching the farmers. Rabbiteater looked at Markus.

Why do all that? Markus?

Well, a noble could be quite unpleasant if he didnt get that response. Not that my family was in fear of our local [Lady]. But you hear stories.

The Spring Knight spoke cheerfully, and instantly, Talia grew patently uncomfortable.

Not in Pheislant.

Markus ignored that pointedly.

Nor were my family [Peasants]. But every class and kingdom does it differently. Just look back at the folks who gave you turnips, Rabbit.

The Hobgoblin did. They were rolling away at a good pace, butthe Goblins eyes suddenly narrowed. He peered through his visor, wishing the slits of metal werent in the way. Wait a second.

Whats that?

Ser Ilm commented, jotting a few notes down.

That would be the reason why you have a generalist class like [Peasant]. Theyre not as adept as [Farmers], but they are good at one thing: tithing and supporting higher classes. What Skill would you call that, Markus?

I dont know. My family didnt get those Skills. But Id guess its a [Tribute]. What are they holding, Rabbiteater?

The Goblin wasgoggling. He pointed out the window at the man whod given him a turnip.

Thats abut thatsthats a blue fruit!

A fat blue fruit was sitting in the palm of the delighted [Peasant], and another was yanking turnips out of the ground with amazing vigor. The last one was just beaming about, still waving. Ser Ilm categorized all three.

Lets see. One seems to be a strength boost. The smiling woman? I daresay a mood-based Skill. But the last fellow might be high-enough level to gain something. [Tribute: Hometown Gift] or some such. If he was warier of us, he wouldnt be so open about it. Or he might fear youll steal theRabbiteater, no!

Ser Ilm grabbed for Rabbiteater, but the [Knight] had kicked the door open. Talia, Markus, and even Greysten tried to stop him, but the Goblin was running back down the field.

The [Peasants] looked terrified, and Talia groaned.

Dont let him steal the fruit back! Markus, come on

Wait.

Meisa barred the others from stopping Rabbiteater; he was pounding towards the man in front, who looked like he was going to faint in fear. She peered at Rabbiteater and remembered something he had said once. All five [Knights] saw Rabbiteater skid to a halt. They couldnt hear him, but he didnt snatch the blue fruit proffered by the terrified man.

Rather, he pointed at it emphatically and gestured, and the looks on the [Peasants] faces changed from fear to reliefstraight back to horror. The man nearly dropped the fruit, and Talia hesitated.

Wait, whats he saying?

Ser Ilm slapped his forehead.

Bright bluewait a second. That must be an Amentus Fruit! Dead gods! Hes saving them from dying of poison!

Poison?

Talia was horrified. Ilm explained the deadly nature of the blue fruits, and sure enough, Rabbiteater himself produced a knife and cut up the fruit carefully, before giving pieces out to the cautious people. He showed them the core and handed it to the man, who gingerly pointed at a plot of land. By the time Rabbiteater came jogging back, Greysten was sitting up.

Never a dull moment with you, eh, Rabbit? Was that an Amentus fruit?

What? No. Its a blue fruit. Super poisonous. I showed them how to eat itand told them to plant it if they wanted.

Rabbiteater hauled himself back into the carriage. Ilm opened his mouth and shrugged. Rabbiteater wiped at his forehead as he yanked off his helmet.

That Skill is dangerous.

Not usually. But as you can seeits a [Peasant]s reward. Normally.

Huh. Weird class.

Talia Kallinad shook her head, exasperated, but pleased at this object-demonstration.

But thats how it works, Rabbiteater. You see? The common folk support the [Knights]. And some can be [Knights]

Not in Calanfer.

Markus muttered, cutting Talia off. She sighed, but carried on.

but in return, they fear neither monsters nor bandits! Not everyone must work in the fields, but there is a place for everyone in a fair kingdom.

Rabbiteater sighed. They were back to this again. He stared at the ceiling, and Ser Greysten murmured.

A fair kingdom, indeed. And an unfair onewell. The Order of Seasons rights what wrongs it can, but not every battle can be won with a sword. That is the Season of Falls prerogative, to fight with words and tools.

Talia nodded grudgingly, and the other [Knights] waited. Rabbiteater could have pointed out this was one system that assumed, no, demanded a large group of people willing to support a small group of higher-class people. He could have pointed out the way a [Peasant]s class rewarded them for subservience. Or he could have simply contrasted this with his understanding of Izrilian cities and customs.

But the Goblin was, alas, no great ponderer like Headscratcher or even a surreptitious nerd like Numbtongue with all his words and his books he refused to use as kindling. Rabbiteater just stretched back in his seat and thought for a while.

Hm. Well. Its your way of doing things.

The [Knights] waited. After a bit, Rabbiteater went on.

Its okay. I guess. Reminds me of Antinium. Lots of Workers and a Queen.

Rabbiteater!

The outrage began anew, and only Ser Greysten saw the Goblins subtle grin.

Whether or not you agreed with any philosophical takes on the efficacy of how it operatedthe [Peasants], the classic ideals of Terandria

That was Calanfer. And perhaps no other city in the south of Terandria exemplified the idea of countless lives, millions, all devoting their time, effort, products, gold, and their very existences towards one thing.

One place. The Eternal Throne, the city that literally shone by day.

Even at night, in places. Calanfer was one of Terandrias wonders. Even the ancient half-Elven cities of old were said to be only a match for its marvels.

And that was because Calanfer was made of ancient stone, of metals and magic so wonderful it could only have come from a time far before the modern day. Never mind that it was only six thousand years old, having been formed after the Creler Warsthe heart of Terandria was a secret only a few people knew about:

A Dragonthrone. And it was that material which lined the streets, which provided the foundations and inner city, and made it so wondrous to visit. And frankly, live in.

For instance, think of it like this: a native Calanferian citizen who spent all their life in the capital might never appreciate this, butother cities, even capital cities, did not have litter laws.

Oh, tossing something on the ground might be frowned upon, but it was not a finable offense. Calanfer? Any citizen would instantly take offense at seeing a piece of litter discarded. And why not? Their streets were beautiful. No cobblestones, but flat, smooth ground, tiles of semi-lustrous stone in various colors, such that some citizens could tell which street they were on just by looking.

The inner city and many streets of the outer city were built of this material. Whichfine? It was a nice street. A walkway like an ocean current, even cooler than normal on the hottest days, was a fine street to live on. But was it really the bees knees?

Seraphel had seen bees since leaving home. She had even been stung by them. She had also observed that other streetsbroke.

Cobblestones were ripped up. The street got muddy. Entire sections just vanished because they were dirtied or flooded. Regular streets did not have a surface so fine that even the heaviest carts couldnt dent themand so easy to clean that the [Sweepers] could literally scrape off any substance and leave them lustrous once more.

The quality of a street mattered. Calanfers capital had streets that would never break, that were pleasant to walk on, and always beautiful. And that analogy extended to the rest of the architecture.

Buildings did not break in the inner city. Those founded on magical materials barely flexed during earthquakes. Even the ones built later were held to a higher standard, and the same went for the limited sewer system. Calanfer did not rot, corrode, or break. Therefore, it built ever higher and ever better.

You could walk into the Chelinese Tower and go up eight floors, each one to a different restaurant, pub, or eatery, each in a different style, and dine in the commonwealth tavern, or ascend to the top and stare out of crystal windows at the city below as you ate ingredients imported directly from Baleros.

Or, if it took your fancy, you could tour the Gardens of Twilight, a publicly-accessible garden that had plants growing from many different biomes, selected for beauty. Or walk across the Sunbreak Bridge over a lake within the city or rent a boat to ride across it. Calanfer had a lot of light-based names.

It was also the most-visited city in all of southern Terandria, and both tourists and citizens came for a chance to experience the delights of the Eternal Throneand see the majesty of Calanfers seat of power, which was a life-changing experience.

It meant that you could get trinkets or the latest fashions from overseas here, that a lot of trade came to Calanfer via Nadel or Pheislant, and that the service industry was exceptionally good.

All of it bored Seraphel, and she grew more and more gloomy, apprehensive, and oddly happy to be back by turns as she rolled through the streets of Calanfer.

She had lived here for sixteen years before her first marriage. Sixteen years spoiled anyone, especially when a [Princess] could visit the finest establishments and had the run of the city. It might surprise Rabbiteater to have even farmers wave at him, but Seraphel was so used to the experience she barely did more than wave back as she rode with Vernoue and Aielef back to the capital.

Ohthere was a parade. But there was always a parade whenever three [Princesses] were together, and this was to celebrate their victory, so Seraphel barely noticed. She smiled, waved, blew kisses, but she was on complete autopilot.

That was the boredom. The gloominess was seeing how Calanfer hadnt changed. The fashion changed, they had new advertisements for plays, song shops that sold the Singers crystals, encouragements to enlist in the army, support the war

But the city hadnt changed. Her family hadnt changed. Seraphel was apprehensive about that. About her new Skillsher disobedienceespecially her class. Her motherwould have words. Her father? She didnt know what would come next.

Yetthe odd elation was because the people were cheering for her. They always did; the [Bards] and Thronebearers could make even Lyonette beloved. But this time, there seemed to be genuine enthusiasm in their voices. They cheered her, and it was the [Princess] who realized the words had changed!

Seraphel the Daring! Seraphel the General! Your Highness, I saw you ride!

Princess, I love you!

Princess Seraphel, I fear no curse! Ill marry

Seraphel actually saw one of the Thronebearers tackle someone out of the crowd. She turned back to Aielef, who was waving as her daughters rode behind her.

Thats new.

Yes, well, someone is the dashing hero of the hour. Theyll quiet downbut let the Order of Seasons have their moment. We are all triumphant victors in the Dawn Concordats finest hour.

Aielef replied, and Seraphel tried not to snipe back. Her older sister was simultaneously jubilant, petty, and full of herself. But Seraphel let it be.

They had won. She had ridden out anddone something. Foughtnot that shed swung a sword, but even Ser Greysten had assured her that her contribution might have swung the battle at Krawlnmaks Pass. Then they had marched on Ailendamus andseen strange sights. Whether that was a victory or notSeraphel had experienced another revelation, then.

Even now, she couldnt quite tell if it had been real. It was so vivid, she couldnt doubt it, and yethad that really been Marquin the Radiant, the actual founder of Calanfer, speaking to her? The whispers, the voices

If she had not been seen on the scrying orb, Seraphel would have doubted her very mind. But the ghosts had been there. So Seraphel believed.

But ohghosts did not say easy things. There were no polite nothings from the ghosts who had surrounded her and given her blessings, warnings, and advice. As for Marquin

What a strange woman to have founded this place! Calanfer shone like a polished gem sitting in a jewelers cloth. It was, uhin contrast to Marquin herself.

Seraphel had never realized that, in contrast to all of the images of Marquinand she had statues and tributes everywhere, including a copy of the famous mural of her battle against the Crelers that Wistram had a duplicate ofthat the woman had only had one breast.

Or that she had been taller than the former Lightherald and could have probably beaten an Ogre in an armwrestling competition. She had been a warrior, a leader. Seraphel wondered when Calanfer had changed.

At any rate, her homecoming was the best it had been sinceit was the best homecoming ever, even with her reservations. But Seraphel had to ownit was still a boring, slow ride through the city. She kept turning her head when she could, pretending to be smiling at the people behind her.

As the three [Princesses] rode to the first square, the Midday Plaza, Seraphel saw no less than Shardele, a [General], and several dignitaries waited to give a speech.

Fifteen minutes. Calanfer was good at speeches. Fifteen minutes at most was what Seraphel knew was a rule for public addresses, and they would be repeating the speech and having [Bards] circulate pre-written copies of what was to be said. It would probably even be a good speechbut all three [Princesses] simply lined up with the army of Calanfer, Pheislant, and the other people being lauded and talked about in loud whispers.

Aielef produced a fan, and the three [Princesses] spoke while Shardele beamed down at them with a subtle glower that said she knew they were not paying attention nor did they have to stand and look proud for an hour straight. Vernoue sniggered up at her.

Look, they even hauled Shardele down to the Midday Plaza. She must be higher than the Starlight Peaks tower.

Her sisters snorted. Aielef glanced up.

Not if that stare shes giving us is any indication. Father must really want to show how grateful he is.

The Midday Plaza was a bad place for a [Princess] to beit meant you were receiving each wave of visitors with speeches, and you had to smile in the company of other officials, not get up for one meeting at the palace or show your face for a bit. Shardele, as the oldest, was probably furious at having to stand for hours.

It was a perspective only Seraphel could have. A [Princess], ignoring all the awe and grandeur. She glanced over her shoulder.

It looks like another half hour till the palace. More like forty minutes. Anyone got a snack?

Vernoue hesitated.

If they see you eating it

Oh, hush. I know you have some frozen blackberries. Give some here.

Aielef and Seraphel bullied Vernoue until she covertly gave them some blackberries, which they popped into their mouths. They had some honey, and they were a wonderful sweet. Aielef glowered at Vernoue as she fanned herself.

You little rat. Where did you get these?

The last inn we stayed at had some.

So thats why the [Innkeeper] claimed she had some and was out! You thievingyoure worse than Lyonette.

Ah, you cant say that anymore. Shes the darling [Princess] married to our Drake allies, remember?

Vernoues eyes flashed with mirth, and Seraphel nearly choked on her snack. Aielef sighed.

Dead gods. I wonder what Father is doing. I imagine there will be a huge reception now that were no longer backed against the wall. I shall be having a bath before then. Oh, look. Shardele is speaking now. Wonderful.

Aielef made a gesture with her fan, a get on with it motion that Shardele probably saw. The [Princess] spoke with a compassionate gaze for the crowd, clasping her hands and staring upwards as she used a Skilland she gave Aielef a single blink of annoyance.

Boring and boredom. Except forSeraphel finally saw one of the last people to enter the square, accompanied by huge cheers. Vernoue turned, and even Aielef smiled genuinely.

If only we could have ridden with him. Now theres someone interesting. Will he be staying at the palace?

I cant imagine Father and Mother would have it any other way.

Who, exactly, Vernoue meant was obvious. Ser Solstices head was swiveling around as he stared about the cheering square, and radiant lights were being cast by the [Wizards]. He looked amazed and overwhelmed, but Seraphel

She had things she wanted to talk to him about. She found him interesting. But most of allthe [Princesses] had gotten to know the enigmatic [Knight] of Izril, and not only was his worth even higher with the Order of Solstice in Izril

He was just interesting. Seraphel stopped chewing her snack, and Aielef hesitated. Even some of the common folk hadwell, not stopped cheering, but begun to point. Shardele stumbled over her speech, and all three [Princesses] craned their necks to see. Seraphels lips moved.

Is that a turnip? Why is he carrying a turnip? Why is the Summers Champion eating a turnip?

He was just fascinating.

Ser Solstice. A name and idea fascinating enough to attract acclaim even now. On par with the Summers Champion as a name to meet ere they left.

Even now. Calanfers palace included more than Pheislants army. More than [Knights] and Noelictus [Hunters] who had fought in the war. Instead, to their vague displeasure, they were quartered, gratis, in richer parts of the inner city.

No palace rooms? Only a few of the Order of Seasons were afforded that luxury. Ser Solstice being one of them, obviously, because Calanfers diplomats were very good at their job. But Calanfers palace that housed the Eternal Throne itself was vast. It could hold literally thousands of guests. Something had swelled beyond even the regular pale of influential guests.

In fact, a Naga was being evicted from his rooms that very moment, and he was not happy.

I represent the Roving Fireball company, a very prominent group serving on Rhir!

The Naga was protesting loudly, craning his neck back and forth as a very apologetic [Negotiator] effected the transfer with a bevy of servants cleaning up. He was hoping someone in power heard him. Howeverlike everything in Calanfer, he had the suspicion that this was a calculated insult.

I am extremely sorry, [Emissary] Xorespe, but circumstances outside of the crowns control have necessitated this state of affairs. The [Chamberlain] himself has been held to account by His Majestya new set of guests of extremely high rank have required more rooms than the palace has.

And they all outrank an [Emissary] of Baleros mercenary companies?

The Naga was furious. And curioushe had come to see if Calanfer needed Balerosian steel for their war. Sadly, it seemed like they had received last-minute reinforcements, but his commander had thought it was worth the risk. Establishing friendly ties was not a bad idea. Even so, one had to have dignity. The Humans here werent as bad as Drakes, but even so!

The Naga was about to press the poor [Negotiator] when he heard a strange sound. It sounded like clicking on the hallway tiles.

Pale white framed along black here, such that the center of every hallway was an ongoing line that a visitor could use to find their way around the wing of the hallway. Each wall held dignitaries of note, some portraits, Xorespe understood, commissioned after a visit.

A reminder of Calanfers friends and an incentive for a bit of immortality, here. The Naga turned at that strange sound, and he saw something odd indeed.

A lion walked through the halls of Calanfers palace. She scattered the lesser Humans and servants before her with an imperious stare, stalking like the great predator of the plains. Walking side-by-side with her was a Human like a lion. A huge mane of hair made the Naga thinkfor a momentthat it was a Beastkin.

But no, the coat was trimmed with an actual lions mane, and the pair of green eyes in the dark-skinned face were framed, once again, by a coat like fire that hung around a tight, tucked-in shirt with a strange emblem that the Naga vaguely recognized from his memorization of Terandrian heraldry.

It looked likea kind of castle underground? And above were hundreds of swords, hanging above the emblem. Like stars in a kind of flag. But the Naga wasnt able to focus on that.

The lion. All the Calanferians backed away. It was an actual lion, just walking about, staring at the Humans with curiosity. As for the Human

He grinned and came to a stop. His coat, hanging loosely around his shoulders, shifted and exposed a longsword.

Longsword and cutlass. [Duelist] equipment. The Naga was a member of a [Mercenary] group. He twisted around and realized instantly that if this were a battle, he was outgeared. Whomever this person was, they were richand clearly noble.

Hundredlord Cortese! I apologize, sire, your rooms

The [Negotiator] turned pale instantly and began bowing, leaving Xorespe practically ignored. But the Hundredlord ignored the man completely and gazed at the Naga.

Baeris smelled something. So these are the rooms shell sleep in? Its fine. Shes not picky about creatures. Perfumeotherwise. Go on, Baeris. Does it sort with you?

And with that, the lion padded by the Naga, entered the room, and eight screaming [Servants] fled. She emerged after a few seconds and rumbled.

Xorespe had never heard a lion make any sound. He had thoughtlions? This one bared her teeth, and the Hundredlord nodded.

Well send the rest of the pride after.

Whyes, my lord! At once! Can Calanfer oblige the kingdom of Kaaz any further?

No.

The Hundredlord turned around. Then he seemed to think of something and swung back. He glanced at Xorespe again, but the Naga was still processing what had happened.

Had he just been kicked out of his rooms for a pet? Yes! But that namethe Hundredlord addressed the [Negotiator] without looking at him.

TheSer Solstice. The Goblinslayer of Izril. Is that [Knight] here?

Yes, Lord Cortese, but they have not been settled

Then, later. Good that theyre staying here. I wondered if the palace would run out of room with all our dignitaries.

With that, the Human stalked off, and the lion hurried after him. The two strode down the corridor as the Nagas scales prickled. He unclenched his hands.

He was a tall being, even curled up, and Xorespe had a level of spear-fighting that made him need no bodyguards. Even if the shortspear wasnt on him, he had a pair of long, long daggers.

And yetthe [Negotiator] hurried to clear the [Servants] out and calm them down.

Leave the rooms. Attend to the Order of Seasons next. Emissary Xorespeyour inn will accommodate your every need. Please accept my personal apologies.

He might have feared the Naga would object more upon learning who was taking his place, but the Naga just shook his head.

Kaaz. The Kingdom of Kaaz has sent its nobility? Here? Kaaz Dorem Laegriser, the Kingdom of the Infinite Dungeon?

The man nodded without a word. The [Negotiator]s face was pale, and he stepped over to murmur.

Emissary Xorespe, thank you for remaining cordial.

The Nagas eyes narrowed. He could think on his tail, and he glanced at the nervous Humans face.

As opposed to objecting to a [Lord] of the Restful Three? Perish the thought. Why did that Hundredlord come himself? Not to check on his pet. Was he hoping Id make a fuss?

The [Negotiator] hesitated. He weighed a polite lie with the truth both of them probably had a handle on and nodded covertly. He glanced the way the man had gone and whispered.

Yes. He probably hoped you would object. So he could duel you.

The Naga had noticed the way that Hundredlord had stood. A practiced [Duelist], then. But he hadnt missed the hungry look in the mans eyes. Xorespe shook his head. Suddenly, he thought some distance between him and the palace was the most diplomatic thing of all.

I believe Ill find my inn. Just one question. If the entire palace is fullhow many dignitaries are attending?

Again, the man hesitated, but it wasnt secret, so he nodded carefully to the rooms.

As I understand it, at least twenty nations have come upon the Eternal Thrones hospitality.

Xorespe whistled. So this was more than celebrating the war. He nodded and began to slither off to tell his commander that opportunity had come knocking. No matter which nation it waseveryone needed an army.

Then againif the Restful Three were getting up, perhaps the Roving Fireball company should weigh who they were fighting against.

Of the nations of Terandria, Rabbiteater knew precious few. His head was still spinning from the crowds and the speech one of the [Princesses]another one, besides Aielef, Vernoue, and Seraphelhad given that he almost didnt notice what was going on.

He kept looking over his shoulder, back towards the plaza. What was that? Rabbiteater had grown up staring at rocks to try and tell if an Eater Goat was hiding behind one or if it was actually a Gargoyle.

He was no Antinium to gawk at the sky and admire grass, but that? He looked down as the procession headed up the hill towards the inner city and palace. To get there, they crossed the lake fed by a river. It separated the old part of the city from the new. A huge bridge spanned the gulf over placid waters that had their own throngs of little boats where people waved, colorful sails blowing in a crisp breeze. Even directly below his nervous horse, they stared upthough no one was allowed to sail directly underneath the bridge.

Because the entire walkway was glass. Or some kind of transparent crystal. It wasnt precisely glass, or those below might have been baked by the refracted light. Rabbiteater saw the people below, fuzzily, through a warm radiance that captured the suns rays.

At night, the bridge lights up like a ray of moonlight. We must see it, Ser Solstice! I say, theyve gone all-out for us!

Ser Markus called back, and Talia, Meisa, and Rabbiteaters friends agreed. The Goblin had to admitthat was true.

Colorful petals were still falling from the balconies, and if he gazed backwards, he saw Shardele du Marquin still waving. He hadnt really paid attention to her speech; like the [Generals], it had been welcoming the heroes and something something.

Hed been admiring the clouds. She stood, head uplifted, and seemed to be standing amidst the skys distant, fluffy clouds. Only, hers were of every color, chartreuse pink and lime green, swirling around her like somevision.

Wild. And the citizens had cheered her, then continued to throng the streets, following the heroic [Soldiers] and [Knights]. Not just because it was fun; [Bards] were singing, composing verse on the fly, and there were stands of food being passed out to anyone for free.

Not just to the citizens; more than one tired soldier was more than gratified to receive a treator a kissfrom an admiring passerby. Rabbiteater just wanted the snacks, but all he got were some snappy verses.

Ser Solstice, Ser Solstice entered the fray, and Ailendamus [Generals] all ran away! The Kingdom of Glass and Glorys champions shat their pants and the Goblin Slayer saved the day!

No, I cut off their heads

Markus laughed, and Talia looked scandalized as Rabbiteater shouted at a [Troubadour] who twisted around, looking astonished. But the Goblin was quite pleased.

They even had [Jesters]. It was a concept Rabbiteater hadnt ever seen before, and a class somewhat unique to Terandria. Right now, people dressed up as Ailendamus famous [Knights] were letting children beat them with sticks, pretending to fight. Calanfer was a riot of entertainment on the streets, but the Order of Seasons were accorded their dignified passage to the palace that housed the Eternal Throne.

Which was too bad, because the [Soldiers] looked like they were having fun. Andas they began to enter another plaza leading up to the palace, a few hurrying [Diplomats] intercepted the [Knights] and began to direct some away from the palace to the best inns and places to rest. That was when Rabbiteater began to realize there was more going on. Not that he cared where he slept, but the [Knights] did.

Dignitaries? How many? Are we to be displaced by travelling [Negotiators]? We fought for the Dawn Concordat and shed blood and broke bones!

Dame Talia was upset. On behalf of her fellow [Knights]. Apparently, only she, Dame Voost, Ser Greysten, and a handful of others had been given rooms in the palace. A huge insult or somethingexcept that there was a good reason. Dame Voost herself held up a hand and Talia instantly fell silent.

Peace, Talia. Our choice of where to sleep is hardly important. Six of our own will have rooms in the palace. Which is as many as they can afford. Nor are we being snubbed; Calanfer has called for a summit in light of what it is calling the great victory against Ailendamus. An unofficial one; the pretext is a banquet. But we have representation not just from the southern kingdoms but further north. These are not [Negotiators] but nobility and their escorts. Even royalty. Twenty kingdoms have sent emissaries.

Which twenty kingdoms?

Ser Greysten, normally amiably uncaring of politics, glanced up suddenly. Ser Ilm had been chatting with the woman who had informed the Order of Seasons about the inconvenience. He actually took a second to re-confirm, then his brows rose all the way.

Cenidau of the northernmost kingdoms. Noelictus, Desonis, Nadel, Pheislantas we are all united by common enmity, Summers Champion. ButI am told Taimaguros and Ailendamus have their own diplomats here.

The enemy?

Meisa was outraged, but Ser Ilm shook his head.

Calanfer would be in negotiations. What is outstanding isthe Kingdoms of Tourvecall, Samal, and Avel have all sent diplomats and representatives. And the Restful Three.

Greystens brows had been rising, but at the mention of the Restful Three, he actually jerked in surprise. Talia was no less amazed.

What? Tourvecall is notoriously reclusive! So is the Kingdom of Keys!

No doubt they felt it was too important to miss.

The Restful Three? Are you sure?

The Summers Champion looked at Ilm, then shook his head.

Well, if its true, well see them soon enough. And all this with Ser Solstice here! Of all our number who shouldnt be in the palace

He gave Rabbiteater a meaningful look. The Goblin had already been talking with his friends about the risks of being uncovered in the center of a Terandrian kingdom. Calanfer was unlikely to spy on him as he slept, butthere was a lot more danger here than at the Order of Seasons.

However, he had to admit, he was powerfully curious about these kingdoms. As Greysten conferred with Ilm and his senior [Knights], Rabbiteater poked two people.

Meisa and Markus didnt know Goblin language, but both had picked up the ubiquitous Goblin sign. They stepped back, and Rabbiteater whispered.

All those kingdoms. Who is they?

Who are they, Rabbiteater.

Meisa corrected and got a poke in the side. She promptly slapped his hand. Ser Markus looked as amazed as Talia. He swept a hand through his hair.

Im sure we may meet them all. No, if youve been given a room, you will be invited to all the formal events.

Which is dangerous, because if someone flips up his visor or casts a spell out of curiosity

Meisa looked worried, but Rabbiteater tapped his visor.

I have taken great precautions.

Such as?

The two Spring Knights looked at him, and the Hobgoblin raised a thumb.

I glued my visor shut.

Meisa stared at Rabbiteater. He pointed at Ilm.

He also enchanted my armor against spying. It sounds like fun.

Fun? I daresay there are as many trap spellsno, the Restful Three arent prone to war. But they are a touchy lot. Especially Kaaz. No wonder Ser Greysten is concerned. Well bleed more than on a battlefield if were not careful.

Ser Markus shook his head. Rabbiteater stared at him.

Who are they?

For answer, Meisa grabbed his armthe servants were waiting to show him to the palace.

Lets explain as we see them, Rabbit. Its easier just to show you. Just know one thing. If you want a tour of some of Terandrias most powerful kingdomsa lot of them are here. But the Restful Three are the most powerful kingdoms in the center of Terandria. If Ailendamus is the power in the souththey would be the reason why Ailendamus hasnt expanded north and why Taimaguros holds rather than make too many wars.

So theyre powerful?

Yes, Rabbit. Theyre powerful.

Just say that next time.

It turned out that Rabbiteater did know more Terandrian kingdoms than he thought. As he strode through the palace of Calanfer, he found it was a chaos of servants, nobles, and the aforementioned dignitaries and their escorts, so that Meisa and Markus could point out each nation to him.

The chaos was due to the foreign kingdoms servants, not Calanfers staff. And the fact that the dignitaries were all-too-happy to talk to each other and ignore the people hoping to get them settled into their rooms. Also, there was a pecking order, and navigating a touchy [Baron] not getting his luggage in before a more powerful nations lesser [Lady] wastricky.

Calanfer was managing it. Rabbiteater saw more [Diplomats] and related classes than he had ever seen in his life in the first ten minutes of being in the palace. Men and women, even, to his surprise, non-Humans like Gnolls, Drakes, and a Falcon Beastkin, all of whom were very good at being personable.

Not softly spoken necessarily; they had talents. For instance, one of the Gnolls had a grip like steel when he shook Rabbiteaters hand, gave him a single look up and down, and growled.

If you need an escort, we can find you one, Goblin Slayer, [Knights]. Otherwise, your room is numbered as 277. East Wing, Mercuous Suites.

Thanks.

Rabbiteater appreciated the lack of fuss. And the Gnoll singled out another target for his straightforward approach. A [Lord] who looked both seasick and sick of being fawned over was standing, arms folded, with a group of four. The Gnolls conversation caught Rabbiteaters ear as he saw someone wearing a velvet gown sewn with pearlsand a helmet almost like his, decorated with gemstones, pass by. He pointed at the Human wearing a helmet, and she turned to him.

She had gloves, high boots, and revealed none of her skin. But the helmet did not fit the elegant dress. Rabbiteater pointed at her.

Whoa. Weird.

Ser Solstice!

Markus stomped on his foot, and Dame Meisa bowed hurriedly.

Milady of Tourvecall, please accept our deepest apologies

The [Lady]if that was what she washalted. Her servants looked oddly pale, not in skin tone necessarily, butpale, as if they were about to faint. She was part of a group of eight, all of whom wore some kind of strange helmet. Each one was complete, andunlike their servants who were bareheaded, they were all clearly noble.

One had a completely roundsphere over his head, as polished as a mirror, with two fake ruby eyes that were just cut gems roughly placed where his eyes would be. He also had, to Rabbiteaters great hilarity, some kind of easily-wipeable ink, and hed drawn a curved line like a smile under the eyes.

The laughing Goblin was pointing at the figure, and the [Lord] turned, wiped out the smile, and drew an unhappy line in its place. The [Lady] just offered a muted chuckle behind the helm.

We take no offense. The famous Goblin Slayer is known to be quiteinteresting. As we mask ourselves, so, likewise. We shall speak later, but our travels have exhausted us. Excuse us, [Knights].

At this point, Markus was punching Rabbiteater in the side, but since that was how Redfangs expressed affection, Rabbiteater kept laughing. Meisa just stared at him, and Rabbiteater stopped laughing.

No sex. He coughed into his hand.

Who are they?

Tourvecall. Kingdom of Incantations. They all wear helmets and seldom show their faces. Theyre smallbut unique. Rabbiteater, you could offend foreign powers! This will be a disaster if you cause an uproarwe would all be in danger of our lives!

Markus was sweating. Unfortunately, he could swear Rabbiteater was grinning behind his helm.

So? Nothings changed for me.

Ser Markus whispered a prayer to valor as he considered Rabbiteater in a diplomatic setting. He had already seen how he did with the [Princesses]. WorseRabbiteater was not only desired, but if he stayed at the palace, it would be rude not to attend a gathering!

Meisa shot Markus a look that said theyd have to talk to Greysten, but they kept moving. As they did, the Gnoll [Diplomat] came back into focus, talking with the annoyed [Lord] dressed all in greens, a huge recurve bow on his back, and a familiar-looking crest. He was accompanied by four others, one of whom was being served by a porcelainGolem.

Milord Veltras. I can give you a personal escort to your rooms, and the Five Families have all been placed in the Beiten Suites. If you would prefer to find your own way

At last, someone who isnt trying to hold my hand. As for togetherwe could be apart.

The other four nobles looked at the representative of House Veltras, who was none other than one of Lady Buscreis sons who had drawn the losing straw and had to play politics. Terland, Wellfar, Eleven Reinharthad sent a noble son or daughter, each.

Yes, Ive quite tired of my cousins infighting. But then again, we Izrilians will be the odd ducks out here. Tell us our rooms, and we will be off.

A [Lady] with a not-quite-a-smile flicked open a lacquered fan, and a black serpent cast on lurid green stared at Rabbiteater on the fans back. He eyed the [Lady] and guessed at once she represented the Reinharts. As for Buscreis sonhe frowned, then raised a hand.

Is that the Goblin Slayer and the Order of Seasons? Some friendly faces! Hail! Im Lady Buscreis son, Lord Palec of Oswen! Greetings, although if youre going to try to hit me, Ser Solstice, Id rather us keep our distance.

It was probably his cloak. The red, billowing cloakor his battered armor without a crest that made him stand out. Or his gold-jade axe orRabbiteater glanced at Lord Palec and grinned. He raised a gauntleted hand, and the other members of the Five Families peered at him.

Ah, the redoubtable Ser Solstice. And the Order of Seasons, whom weat least Wellfar and Veltrasare allies with in the war. The House of El salutes you.

A sprightly [Lord] stepped forwards, the oldest of the lot, with white hair and a rather interesting vest festooned with pockets. He unbuttoned one, and the gold clasp fell away even as he shook Meisa and Markus hands. He was personableeven for a member of the nobilitybut the reason became clear the instant he shook Rabbiteaters hand.

For you, Ser Slayer. And I hope to meet Ser Greysten at least, of the Order of Seasons. This is a little pamphlet, which shows in some delightful illustration our kaalblades and a few upcoming projects which include the Archmage of Izrils own handiwork. For funding or private purchase.

Erthank you, Lord?

Heye. I will be speaking to all the groups present, and I encourage you to leave a note with my servants. I will speak to anyone as time permits.

The man raised two white brows, and Rabbiteater unfolded his piece of parchment and whistled.

Ooh. Nice magic. Expensive?

He showed Markus the price tag, and the [Knight] paled.

Eight hundred gold per blade? And thats on orders of ten or more?

Perhaps a conversation for the heads of your Season, Ser Knight?

Lord Heye spoke tactfully. Meisa thanked him, and the Lady of House Wellfar rolled her eyes and stamped a bare foot. She jerked a thumb.

Shall we find our rooms and agree when to meet, cousins? I have a fleet of my family hounding Ailendamus at sea, and I have no time for Els advertising. As for you, Ser Solsticehello. Goodbye.

She stomped off. Rabbiteater stared after the Five Families. On Izril, they were, he knew, the most important members of any political group in the north. Here?

They were practically lost amidst the other nations. Meisa folded up her paper as Ser Markus speculated on how many years of pay hed have to save up for to buy some of the items the House of El were advertising.

Well, that settles it. This is a huge event, Rabbiteater. Tourvecallyou just saw them. The Five Families? Calanfer is either trying for a lot of allies to join them fighting Ailendamus or something even bigger. Come onlets not stand in the way. Ill point out more groups as we go. Though you do know them.

Rabbiteater followed her as Meisa gestured far more covertly than his finger-pointing.

No I dont. I dont know Terandrian Kingdoms.

Markus hurried after them, trying to fold the colorful paper.

Come now, Rabbit. Even you know some by reputation. The names likely trip you up. For instance. The Kingdom of Samal, over there? They are the Kingdom of Keys.

Rabbiteater peered at a group of people and brightened.

Oh. Paradise!

His voice was too loud. A woman swung around, and her dress swirled. Several items clicked on her wrists, and Rabbiteater saw that Samals representatives were, uh

Unsubtle.

The dress was patterned with keys. Camouflaged keys against folded green and blue, such that you had to sort of stare and theyd appear, subtly woven into the fabric. But less-subtle were the braceletand the lock dangling from one wrist. In fact, the woman had a locked choker and even an earring in the shape of a key.

One of the warriors standing next to her was one of their [Knights]. He hada key-shaped sword hilt. Rabbiteater scratched his head, but the [Lady] simply lifted a hand.

Goblin Slayer. Hello.

Does everyone know me?

He waved back, and the [Lady] laughed lightly. She called back.

How not, in Samals paradise? As you aptly said, we have scrying orbs aplenty, and I found a key the day I saw you duel the Dame of Hills! If you have an appreciation for Samal, perhaps you will be a welcome guest!

Highly gracious of you, milady!

Meisa bowed, and the [Lady] waved her off. Rabbiteater stared at the rest of her escort.

Keys and locks. Paradise nation, right.

Famously gracious abroad. Both in errantry and theirinterest in the world. For a paradise, they have a number of their own who decide to leave. Then again, I have heard it has something to do with their culture of locks and keys.

Markus murmured. Rabbiteater nodded. Meisa pointed as they strode past a group unloading their wagons.

One guess which group that is, Rabbit.

He turned his head and frowned. He was about to say not fair, but then he noticed that every single member of the group, from the warriors in light leather armor to the nobility waiting patiently for a pair of hunting hawks to stop screechingall carried bows.

Aha. Avel!

Meisa smiled.

See? You do know some. The Kingdom of Bows.

Rabbiteater raised a hand.

Is it stupid they all look like their names? Kingdom of Keys. Kingdom of Bowsseems obvious.

Markus laughed, but Meisa just sighed.

We are seeing their representatives, Rabbit. I think theyplay into their image a bit when it befits them. Not everyone in Samal wears so many key-themed items. Although it is part of their day-to-day lives.

Yeah, like the choker. Does she have a lock on her underwear?

Ser Markus choked as Meisa gave Rabbiteater another look. The Spring Knight fanned himself.

One does not speculate, Ser Rabbiteater!

The Goblin poked him playfully.

Yeah, but Im not blushing. Youre the one who thought Aielef was

Markus ahemed and ahemed louder as Rabbiteater tried to go on. The Goblin whispered.

Ser Markus the Sexually Indiscreet!

The nickname he had come up with with Meisa made Markus turn purple. A passing [Servant] gave Markus a wide-eyed stare and moved slightly away, across the hallway. Markus gave them a pained look.

Ser Rabbit. How about that group?

He pointed to a pair of cordial men speaking to each other in a hallway. They were both dressed in what Rabbiteater would call generic clothing without anything as amazing as the other guests. However, one did have a nice pair of shoes. Aside from that? He squinted at their crests and saw a wavy pattern over a rearingHydra head? And the other was just some anchor crossed with a complex filigree bird. Markus nodded at the duo.

Which two kingdoms are they, Ser Solstice? Heres your hint. Theyre neighbors, and both are southern kingdoms. Traditionally friendly.

Uh. Uh

One specializes indancingor at least one member is known for that. And the other is specialized inwell, its marshy

The Goblin snapped his fingers.

Nadel. Desonis!

He felt proud about that and recognized the two smaller nations, both arguably known for individuals as much as their cultures. The Kingdom of Nadelwho possessed the Lord of the Dance. And Desonisthe Kingdom of the Bedtime Queen. Also, the Earl of the Rains, Altestiel, but Rabbiteater did not know the connection between Altestiel and The Wandering Inn.

Onwards, then, to find Rabbiteaters rooms! The Mercuous Suites were, interestingly, based off the strange alchemical metal mercury. Not that there was actual mercury lying about, but Rabbiteater saw a lot of silver designs dominating this area of the hallway.

Springs growth! What an amazing display!

Here, another wonder of the Eternal Throne was on show, just as part of the guest rooms. Rabbiteater slowed and saw himself, a figure in slightly-battered armor with a magnificent, flowing crimson cloak, as tall as the slightly green-blonde haired man with a long stride walking next to the brown-haired [Spring Knight], a woman who had a marigold blooming amidst her hair. Rabbiteater glanced at Meisa and saw a second marigold blooming across the cuirass of her armor.

Her aura of spring was growing if flowers were appearing around her. But the reason Rabbiteater could see Meisa, Markus, and himself without looking at them wasthe forty-foot mirror-wall.

A perfect reflection of everyone walking past it. Forty feet, an entire mirror hallway that blended seamlessly with the floor. Rabbiteater waved at himself, delighted by the trick of the light like a child. Markus and Meisa were more impressed by thecost.

Seamless. Beautiful. Why, this would cost tens of thousands of gold pieces! And the silver!

Markus touched the mirror and was astonished when his ungauntleted hand failed to leave a smudge. Someone spoke lightly ahead of the [Knights].

Not just silver, Ser Knight. A compound of mercury, silver, and other potent materials. Though if you knew alchemy, you would be relieved to hear that the mercury is not poisonous.

Markus jerked his hand back, but the newcomer just laughed. He came walking forwards, a crutch in hand, as a pair of figures strode next to him.

No longer. And this hallway has no purpose. In times past, mercury and silver and other powerful elements were a deterrent to a kind of monsterbut that is old knowledge. Still, this hallway being so faithfully reproduced is a sign of Calanfers culture. And memory. We of Terandria respect memory. But as Ser Solstice of Izril will notewe also quite like what is new, in appropriate doses.

Rabbiteater turned and saw the oldest Human hed met yet. Even Venoriat wasnt as old as the fellow dressed in huge, heavy robes. Some deeply warm fur and pale blue, like a far lighter sky in winter.

Winter being appropriate, because the armored figures also had fleece-lined armor and looked hot as hell, even indoors. It was probably why they were in the Mercuous Suite; it was slightly cooler despite the mirrors everywhere as fewer windows let in light.

Warmth be yours, though we are far from frozen Cenidau.

The old man nodded, and the warriors of Cenidau, one of the coldest and northern-most kingdoms of Terandria, nodded slightly as well. They carried axes and shields, andRabbiteater realizedthey were both akin to nobility.

Strange. They were as war-ready as House Veltras and almost as casual. The man introduced himself.

Here stand our Hearthlords, Voloke and Iyr. I am the [Wisdom] Hellei of Cenidau; a wise man, or so my class says. Consultant to our Frost Queen. Here for a great banquet of Calanfers hospitality. And you are Ser Solstice, of the Order of Solstice of Izril. Also, Dame Meisa and Ser Markus.

He knew their names! Ser Markus redoubled his bows to the Hearthlords, but Voloke, who had an impressive beard and a pair of hatchets, spoke with a surprisingly soft voice.

Weve come to eat and drink ourselves sick. Seeing so many famous faces is the pleasant surprise to southern hospitality. Ser SolsticeI saw your duel.

You and everyone else.

Rabbiteater was getting sick of the mentions of the duel. It wasnt even a good one. Not against the Dame of the Hills or when hed cheated against the other [Knights]. But there was also him parrying the Greatbow bolts

As his friends had observed, Rabbiteater was actually less enamored with this visit to Calanfer than most people would be. Aside from seeing all these new kingdoms, he was halfway towards riding back to the warfront with Ailendamusor going to the Order of Seasons

Or persuading Meisa to go back to Izril with him. Which was what he wanted to do because Erin was alive.

Erin was aliveand it felt like his battles here were, if not over, then even less important than they had been. Hed had an adventure.

He wanted to go home and tell Erin about it.

Yet this was important, and there were interesting things here. Such as Hearthlord Voloke drawing his axes.

I could not let this moment go, especially if we dont have another chance. Will you give me a few minutes of your time, Ser Solstice?

Hearthlord! This is hardly the place, surely!

Markus looked uneasy, but when he turned to the Wisdomand the other Hearthlordthey just looked amused.

Theyre both wearing armor. Voloke is more in danger unless Ser Solstice has no Skills or enchantments.

Wisdom Hellei pointed out. Meisa looked resigned as Rabbiteater brightened up. It was true; Voloke had no full-guard helmet, so there was a face-gap and a tiny gap across his neck when he put a helmet on, but he even had a flat noseguard and enchanted armor.

You sure? I hit pretty hard.

Cenidaus [Lords] arent made of the same stuff as Calanfers. Cenidau is a cold place. We have gigantic bears. Have you seen black bears, brown bears, Ser Solstice?

Ive eaten Mothbears.

The Hobgoblin accepted an axe. Voloke grinned through slightly yellowed teeth. Iyr laughed.

Ours are bigger. Though if you came north and hunted one of our polar bears, wed gladly feed you a stew! Come, just so Voloke can brag he fought with a [Knight] of Izril!

He turned to Markus, and the Spring Knight looked worried as Voloke let Rabbiteater appreciate the balanced waraxe. The Hob frowned at the back.

Ooh. Nice back spike. Why does it look

He thought it should have less spike; it was too long for a close-quarters fight to be strictly efficient even if it was balanced well. But that was because it had a double purpose. Voloke gestured at the little serrated teeth on the bottom.

It doubles as a climbing pick. There are walls of stone and ice we climb. Not that Id truly use it for that, but Cenidau has mighty cliffs, larger than any of Avels or Pheislants coasts could dream of! We live in a world of tundra; ice and snow and rock.

And enough hotheads to keep a kingdom running.

Hellei commented, and Voloke grinned. Meisa gave a sniff in defense of Pheislant, but that description warmed Rabbiteaters heart, and he gave Voloke a nod.

I lived on a mountain, too. The High Passes. It got pretty cold the higher you went. No one I knew ever survived climbing too high.

Ah, a mountain man! So this will be twice the fight. Will you use that axe or yours?

Yours. Do we hit each other?

However you wish. Ill see what one of the best [Knights] in this war can do!

Voloke grinned. The servants in the hallway had seen the impending fight, and some had gone to seek authoritythe others had just put down their burdens and were watching, along with some of the guests. Rabbiteater stared at the axe in his hand.

No face-blows.

Agreed. Then shall

Rabbiteater punched Voloke in the chest, and the man stumbled back as his heavy armor caught most of the force of the blow. Nevertheless, the surprise attack had him mid-word, and he was catching himself when Rabbiteater jumped up and kicked him in the chest.

I say, Rabbit! Unsporting!

Ser Markus shouted anxiously, as if he hadnt personally seen Rabbiteater unchivalrously fight his way across half of Kaliv. Still, Voloke was as good as his words, and he blocked Rabbiteaters first swing as he rolled over, and the two went for it.

Cenidaus [Hearthlords]at least Volokewere no graceful dancers like Dame Voost. They fought much like Greysten; powerful blows, solid guards, and practical, battle-honed moves. Rabbiteater followed suit. His armor shook as he slammed the axe into Volokes, finding the man intensely strong!

However, Rabbiteater had used his [Champion] Skill to give himself [Enhanced Speed]. Voloke was careful and held his hatchet two-handed, repelling Rabbiteaters one-handed assaultbut Rabbiteater held his axe in only one hand for a reason. As Voloke swung and missed, the [Knight] grabbed his hand and began slamming the axe into Volokes side like he was trying to cut Voloke in half.

All right, Rabbitenough! Enough!

Markus was worried by the intense fight, but Voloke just grabbed Rabbiteaters own axe arm, and the two struggleduntil Rabbiteater felt a freezing cold running down his arm. He jerked back and saw his arm was covered in frost!

[Frozen Grip].

Voloke murmured. Rabbiteater grinned.

Ooh. My turn. [Lightsoaked Armaments]!

His borrowed axe began to glow. Instantly, Voloke raised his guard, but the first swing of Rabbiteaters axe was easily repelled. The engraved blade was light, fastbut no more powerful, just glowing with some light, like it was dipped in a ray of summers light. Voloke was still careful, but after eight blows, he performed a two-handed block above his head as Rabbiteater swung the axe down.

Only then did the light coating the axe flash. Voloke went blind. Rabbiteater stepped back and inhaled.

[Body: Solar Storage]! Unleash!

He charged forwards, and the [Hearthlord] shouted.

[Glacial Wall of Ice]!

The man swung his axe wildly, and a wall of ice rose in a flash, hit Rabbiteater, and sent him tumbling past Meisa and Markus. Voloke backed up, swinging at random, and then blinked the spots out of his eyes.

Rabbiteater sat, sulking, with the axe on the ground as Meisa teased him.

Iam extremely sorry for this. Lets never speak of this again.

A woman spoke, at length, sounding like she wished she was dead. She was trying to mask her voice, possibly by deepening it and pinching her nose. She likely had hoped to reach a more private venue, but it had been this or nothing. Rabbiteater supposed he should say something like, me too and leave it at that.

Insteadthe Hobgoblin spoke.

Seraphel?

Dead silence. He thought he heard someones heart stop in the far stall.

No?

Yeah. Its you.

No itsSer Solstice?

Mhm.

More silence. Wellsilence. Then Rabbiteater heard the sounds of a muffled scream, and Seraphel tried to exit the stall and make a break for it. He saw a faint swish of a dark dress, shoes

She made it halfway out the stall and the water was running from a tap when he heard a gurgle.

Eternal Throne protect me. No, no

She tried to go for the door. Rabbiteater called out.

Dont do it. Youll never make it.

Three more steps. Then an ominous mgrgl soundand he heard a slam as she threw herself back into a stall. Right next to his.

She barely made it.

Ser Solstice, I hope you will forget everything

I cant forget this. This day is the worst. Ever.

How did you know it was me?

Aura.

Damn auras! Damn gelato and pudding and

Oysters?

I shall find whomever made the desserts and have them fired! Or was itdodo you have earplugs? Cover your ears!

Im trying! Be less loud!

Their shared embarrassment was resulting in a screaming match. When the two realized itthey fell silent. Seraphel, in the stall over, covered her face with her hands and tried to pretend she didnt exist. Rabbiteater just sat there.

The door opened. A servant stepped in.

Cleaning servHundred Families protect us. Is anyanyone here?

Occupied.

Seraphel and Rabbiteater shouted. The servant fled. Now, they were existing in a state between embarrassment andwell. Mutual sympathy. Rabbiteater suspected Seraphel was still dying, but he almost felt better.

Misery loved company.

Havent seen you in a bit.

Ser Solstice! Please! Now is not the time!

Okay. Lets sit here and listen to each other. Silently.

Seraphel paused. Then she hurried on.

Indeed! I havent seen you! How is the Eternal Throne of Calanfer?

I hate it.

Current experiences notwithstanding, truly?

This is the only experience. Your stupid food, your endless parties

In fairness, this is for the diplomats, Ser Solstice.

Dont care. Your kingdom sucks.

I beg your pardon! I do not go to yourabode and insult it!

Yeah, well. My abode sucks too. Lots of rocks and goats.

Erthere is such a thing as decorum, Ser Solstice.

Not here.

He was rather enjoying this banter. Seraphel was practically blushing through the bathroom stall.

I wish you had notheard this side of me, Ser Solstice! I shall never live this down!

Everyone poos.

Swear to me you will repeat none of this.

If I survivesure.

Seraphel sounded relieved about that. She spoke with a strained tone of patience and probably just strain.

You understanda [Princess], much less any lady, does not discuss this kind of issue. You are, by your own account, slightly indecorous, Ser Solstice.

That means rude, right? I say obvious things, and people call that rude. Everyone. Poos. Call meRabbiteater.

Rabbiteater. Is that aa nickname? I never asked.

Nope. Well. Yes.

Dodo you like to consume rabbits? Is that the, ahsignificance of the name?

Yep.

Ah.

Not very hard to get.

No, quite. I understand that. I, eryou were heading to Nadel? Are you planning on leaving Terandria?

Before he could reply, someone opened the door. Again. This time, Seraphel and Rabbiteater expected sounds of disgust and for someone to runbut they heard what sounded like

the Thousand Lances shall never fail. Never fail

Rabbiteater heard it all come out in a rush. He saw and heard fancy boots striking the groundthen someone struck the far wall so hard he and Seraphel jumped. Then whomever it was crashed into the far stall.

That was an amazing entrance into the bathroom. Rabbiteater had never seen someone charge into the toilet like that, but after a flurry of dropping clothinghe heard a familiar horror replay itself.

Dead gods.

Seraphel whispered. Someone made a terrible sound as they came to their senses inrelativesafety.

Lions teeth! This disgusting privyand this is the glorious kingdom of Calanfer?

Rabbiteater realized he had entered Seraphels previous toilet. Whichmight not have been flushed. It had certainly been used. Seraphel seemed to be trying to not exist.

Rabbiteater? He started laughing. The outraged voice in the far stall stoppedand then someone spoke.

Youwhomever you areI warn you to be silent. Or as soon as I leave here, you will answer to me by blood, sir or madam.

It was a low, dangerous toneundercut by the note of pain and sounds of splashing. Rabbiteater called back.

Not going to be any time soon.

Silence. I am in the mood to kill someone

Oh yeah? Youre stuck in there.

Who are you?

The enraged voice was followed by shuffling, and Rabbiteater suspected someone was trying to bend over and see under the low stalls. He could only get a view of boots and what looked like a lions mane, along with a male voice.

Armored boots! Who are you? A [Knight]? And yonderoh.

The other person realized there was someone else and fell abruptly silent. Seraphel, at this point, spoke in a tremulous voice.

I, ah, think I might be going.

She tried to get up and once again failed to exit. And unfortunatelyRabbiteaters observations were echoed a second later.

Your Highness. Er

The nobleman fell silent. Seraphel made a sound like a dying frog. Rabbiteater started laughing harder.

Who are you, you scoundrel? Answer me! I can sensetwo auras? Wait a second. Are you?

Ser Solstice. The Goblin Slayer.

The Goblin S

The angry voice mollified itself slightly. As if Rabbiteaters reputation alone extended to these circumstances. Rabbiteater felt compelled to throw this newcomer a bone.

Were all stuck here. Bad poos.

The less said the better, sir! I suggest we forget we ever heard or saw each other. Agreed?

Agreed.

Seraphel repeated. Whereupon amiable silence fell. For five seconds. Then a torrent of sound came from the far stall followed by some rather exquisite cursing. Rabbiteater spoke up, feeling better than evermentally, at least. A river still ran through him, and it was turgid. At times. At other times, it was like whitewater. But not white. Or entirely water.

So anyways. I was going back to Izril, Seraphel. I want to go home. No more fighting in the war for me.

She was silent. Possibly unwilling to continue the conversation now there were three people, but Rabbiteater knew silence would kill them all. So he went on.

What about you? Going to stay here?

I, umI dont know if this is an appropriate venue, Ser Solstice.

Silence or talking. You pick.

A groan from the far stall. Seraphel spoke up hurriedly as sloshing began.

I think I will stay! Not that it is my decisionI may tour our allies, although not near the front lines, but I have no marriage arranged for me.

Sowhat?

So I have no engagement as of yet.

Right. I remember. You only do what youre told. Stupid. Not going to practice swinging a sword? You suck at it.

The far occupant of the toilets broke in.

I heard you were a direct fellow, but you are rather unscrupulously rude, Ser Solstice. Her Highness isa member of the royal family.

Yeah, and we fought together. Shut up.

Rabbiteater kicked the wall of the stall to his left. The figure bristled once more.

I may reconsider my oath of vengeance, Ser Knight!

Who are you, anyways?

Rabbiteater was curious who this angry fellow was. To which the man finally replied.

Hundredlord Cortese of Kaaz! And if I had not eatensomethingI would be glad to both take you to the dueling court, Ser Solstice, and never spend another moment in this hell of tiled privies. A public toilet!

Urgent poos wait for no class.

Rabbiteater observed sagely. Lord Cortese groaned.

II fear thats the only thing youve said so far I can agree on. I

The door slammed open. Someone rushed in, and this time, Seraphel groaned along with Rabbiteater as she heard the urgency. This time, the person shot into the stall next to Seraphels, and Rabbiteater heard her make a faint sound. A torrent of noise followed.

Kill me.

Someone croaked. But before Rabbiteater could toss his axe over the stalls, a fifth person entered. And the occupants of the stalls realized

It was a plague.

Disaster in the halls of Calanfer. A quiet one that Queen Ielane was fighting. She had found the dish which had caused all this and consigned it to hell, where it belonged.

A fiery hellbut it was too late. Even with all the [Chefs] and [Cooks] and, yes, taste-testers, sometimes something slipped through all the Skills.

Not in the preparation or ingredientsbut afterwards. That was the irony; it had been cooked to perfection, and no soiled ingredients were let in. But if it sat out in the open for two hours while cookingor if the hands were not entirely sanitary when carving it up?

Mistakes happened. Possibly sabotage. Fortunately, only a few people had been struck down. And doubly unfortunatelythe rich dish had resulted in a certain privy of hell. Normally, they would be attended to instantlybut Calanfers staff had a larger problem to deal with. So the sufferers were left to their pain for a while as there were only a relative few affected.

A fewbut the closest one to the banquet was full. Six stalls, a normally pleasant, nay, elegant chamber. Now slowly being remodeled into a scene of nightmares. Only five occupants were in here so farbut five was more than enough to chase any but the desperate far, far away.

What was unique about this one was that they were talking. At least, Rabbiteater was. The other occupants, once the pain had subsided somewhat, were aghast, but the Hobgoblin was, at least, cheerful.

This is the second-worst poo I ever had.

Ser Solstice, please!

Seraphel cried out. But the Hundredlord Cortese leaned over, sweat beading on his brows.

Impossible, Ser Knight. What could be worse than this?

When the poo fights back. Ever pooed worms? I dont see any in mine. How about you, Princess?

Ser Solstice!

A male voice interrupted, urgently, from Seraphels right.

Dead gods! Who is speaking?

Someone else chimed in on the furthest stall to the right. Female, breathy, and for some reason, slightly muffled and echoing. But nevertheless, quite insistent.

Please, enough! Of all the misfortunesam I sharing space with Izrilians?

The other two newcomers cried out in outrage at this point with Seraphel, but Rabbiteater heard more than one surreptitious rustling and sighs of covert relief. Then the new male voice spoke again.

Did someone say Ser Solstice? What a coincidence. Is that Ser Solstice the Goblin Slayer of the Order of Solstice?

Yes, yes. Hi.

The speaker next to Seraphel paused. He was quite eloquent, his words precise and flowing, an excellent conversationalist. Also, laced with undertones of splashing so the refined effect was rather lost. He spoke louder.

Well met. I had hoped to meet with you, Ser Knight. Just not like this.

I as well.

A quiet voice, the second female occupant, spoke. So there was the Hundredlord Cortese, Princess Seraphel, the Goblin Slayer, andRabbiteater craned his neck happily, trying to stare at their boots. Oh, interesting. One had some sensible metal boots, and he thought he saw another dress.

Who is you two?

Id prefer not to say.

The female voice retorted, and the other fellow muttered an agreement. But now, Seraphel and Cortese seemed prone to vengeance. If their identities were publicCortese called out.

I can sense an aura from one of you, sir and madam. A wet one. It reminds me of rain. I daresay I know which country you hail from. If not your identity.

Seraphel was trying to see if her tiara could ameliorate her pain. She called out.

Magic in the stall on the far wall. Would that be from Tourvecall? The Kingdom of Incantations?

Both parties were silent. At length, the woman responded.

Lady Menrise of Tourvecall. And I believe I am adjacent to

Earl Altestiel of the Rains.

You mean the mudslides.

Rabbiteater shot back. Cortese began laughing.

Hah!

Even Seraphel chuckled, but Altestiel was not amused.

This is no laughing matterSer Solstice. I have half a mind to conjure a storm to engulf this entire city. Who allowed this travesty ofwhatever is upon us?

Seraphel stopped laughing abruptly and spoke hurriedly.

I can assure you, Lord Altestielthis has to be the most incredible of accidents. Or perhapssomething else. I have never, ever heard of someone encounteringthis at a banquet.

Rabbiteater snorted.

First time for everything?

The three other non-Calanferian guests muttered dark agreement. Seraphel bit her lip. Then Altestiel spoke.

I supposeSer Solsticeits fortuitous we meet. You have a very interesting name. One so fascinating, I cannot help but equate it with a young woman I happen to know personally. And the Order she established. An [Innkeeper] of some renown.

Rabbiteater sat up in his stall. He turned to his right.

Wait. You knowErin?

Seraphel and the others had no idea who that was, but they blinked as Altestiel sighed.

The [Innkeeper] of The Wandering Inn. I do indeed. She is a great friend of mine.

Seraphels eyes lit up. But Cortese broke in, sounding fascinated. His tone became sly.

Oh, the [Innkeeper]? And that odd scene with the Order? Ser Solsticeis that where you come from?

No?

A knowing silence enveloped them until Altestiel responded.

I, uhtake it you are a mutual acquaintance of hers? She did not mention you outright, Ser Solstice.

He said it like he knew quite patently it was not Rabbiteaters real name. Rabbiteater just wondered if this was a friend or foe. If he liked Erinprobably a friend?

How did she know a Terandrian Lord? He decided to ask just that.

Shes a friend. I stayed at her inn. How do you know her?

I, ah, encountered her on my visit to Izril. A quite striking young woman. A magnificent chess player. Whom I propositioned to marry.

Rabbiteater roared.

What?

Seraphel nearly fell off her toilet seat in shock.

What?

Cortese stared blankly at the ground.

Does anyone have any more toilet paper?

Rabbiteater kicked the door of his stall and almost tried to climb over the side to see Altestiel.

You did what?

Ser Solstice! Please!

Seraphel remonstrated with him. Altestiel sounded amused.

She rejected me. Is that so inconceivable?

Yes! I dont know you! Ill fight you.

Altestiel bristled in his stall.

Why? Are you one of Miss Erins suitors?

No! She saved my life! Cortese, give me your glove. Ill slap him with it.

The Hundredlord broke in with a note of growing urgency in his voice.

I might trade my glove for aa roll of toilet paper? I appear to be out.

The other four occupants fell silent. Rabbiteater had been sparingand hed stolen half the paper from every other stall. But he was careful about his supply. Cortese was not.

Does anyone have anything to spare?

A chorus of voices answered him.

Nope.

I fear not.

ErI think my own supply might not exceed my demand, whomever you are.

Sadly

Cortese shouted back.

Dead gods! I am Hundredlord Cortese! Just send me a scrap or two, would you?

His identity established, the man waitedand no one came to his rescue. After a second, Rabbiteater called out.

The stall next to us is empty. Maybe it has something.

The Hundredlords lips moved silently as he calculated the maneuver. Then he whispered.

I cannot stand up, sir. Not without attending to my distress! Nor do I fear I will make it.

Rabbiteater shrugged.

Then crawl under? Maybe get a long stick?

Sir! Just throw a bit of yours to me!

Earl Altestiel sat there and counted the squares he had left. He made a quick, strategic assessment.

I would not do that if I were you, friends. Were all going to run out of paper. Lord Cortese is simply the first casualty.

That was too much for the [Lady] from Tourvecall. She tried tossing something over the stalls, and it landed on Seraphels lap, causing the [Princess] to gasp.

Dead gods! At least give him some help! Heretoss it to him.

Seraphel slipped it under the stall, and Rabbiteater gamely tried to toss a three-square length over the stalls. In silence, all five occupants realized

Its landed in the empty stall, hasnt it?

Cortese sounded like he might cry. Rabbiteater grunted.

Yep. Sorry.

The Hundredlord was rapidly losing sanity. His voice almost broke with desperation.

Can anyone spare anything else? A handkerchief?

Lord Altestiel shuddered darkly.

Thats a handkerchief that will never be used again.

I have already forfeited mine.

The Hundredlord was losing his sanity rapidly. Seraphel shuddered in her stall. She rummaged in her bag of holding, and everyone did the same. At length, Altestiel made a sound. He had found something.

Oh no.

Seraphel looked up, wishing she had a flyer or something. But [Princesses] didnt carry much if everything appeared when they called.

What?

Altestiel was silent for a long moment.

Ihave a backup. But I dont know if I want to try it. I have a scroll of [Barkskin]. Very coarse. I might have to hold onto it.

I have some spellpaper.

The Lady Menrise volunteered. Hundredlord Cortese grunted.

And Iam increasingly desperate. I will take both. What else?

Rabbiteater spoke.

Your socks.

All the Humans fell silent, and Seraphel spoke quietly.

That would be a dire strait indeed, Ser Solstice.

Well, you have socks. I have a hand.

Everyone contemplated this. Cortese replied softly.

I would rather die. But I will take the scrolls.

Altestiel was just about to pass his over whenthe door opened. And Seraphel heard the voice of a saint.

Your Highness?

Was thatSeraphel called out suddenly.

Miss Beacle? Is that you?

The servant had somehow found her! She pushed open the door to the privy, speaking cautiously.

Your Highness? Iuh

The realization that the lavatory was occupied and the smell hit the girl, but she had found Seraphel despite the rapid exit the [Princess] had made. And even more

Your Highness, can I get you anyth

Toilet paper!

Five voices shouted at her. The [Servant] shut the door, fledand within two minutes, she was back. She tossed rolls of paper over the stalls, and Cortese cried out.

Who is that servant? I shall commend her to the Eternal Throne!

Altestiel nodded rapidly.

A credit to her entire class. A [Saint], if ever the class existed.

Dead gods. I can put my shoes back on.

That came from the [Lady], much to Seraphels mild horrorand she had to admithilarity. Everyone fell silentand then they all started laughing. Seraphel spoke.

PleaseI know this is all highly embarrassing, but weve all been revealed. You are Lady Menrise, yes?

You speak to the [Spellbound Lady] Menrise. Magic run through you. And nothing else.

Rabbiteater craned his head.

Ooh. Magic?

Altestiel industriously tore strips off his roll of toilet paper.

Endemic to Tourvecall. This may be the mostunguarded we have ever met the reclusive nobility of Tourvecall. I have always wondered what lay under their helmets. No offense, Lady Menrise.

None taken. It is hardly as if we are half-Elves. I fear our appearance would be more distressing thanalluring. I may oblige you all.

Hundredlord Cortese was as surprised as Seraphel, who understood the same thing. Though he blurted it out, which was typical of Kaazs folk.

Truly? I thought it was entirely intimate.

The Lady chuckled darkly.

It is embarrassing more than anything. But I can hardly imagine anything worse than this.

Cortese hesitated before barking a pained laugh.

True.

Yup.

The Goblin, sitting in the middle stall, nodded. Rabbiteater found himself imagining the woman as she explained.

It would appearto preface the issueas though my skin were too pale. Regardless of color. The sheer magic in Tourvecall has changed our very skin. The helmet is not to hide our appearance, either; unguarded, our skin leaks mana.

It does? Thatis not something Ive heard of.

Altestiel was astonished. The [Lady] sighed.

A side effect of our magical blood. Not a single Spellbound of Tourvecall is born without the ability to cast spells. But we are exposed to too much of it, perhaps. The mana is so dense in the airwell, the common folk are not nearly as surrounded by it.

Huh. Sounds cool. I like magic.

Rabbiteater offered. He was the common folk in the room, and the others chuckled at that. Hundredlord Cortese interrupted.

If you think that is a sight, visit the Infinite Dungeon of Kaaz, Goblin Slayer. If your axe is half as sharp as your wit, you might clear a number of rooms.

Or lose a hand in the interminable duels.

That is an exaggeration of Kaaz, Earl Altestiel.

The Earl of Rains reply was to toss one of the spare rolls into Corteses stall.

Is it? I have three scars from visiting Kaaz. Dueling is optional, but you lot like to press your point, pun intended!

We pursue excellence in combat, and we settle matters with blades as well as words!

Cortese hurled two rolls back. Seraphel shouted as one landed on her head.

Would you two stop throwing toilet paper?

Apologies, Your Highness.

Yes, Earl Altestiel quite forgot himself.

Before either man could bristle, Rabbiteater broke in.

So. One of you likes duels. One of you is super-magical. One of you is responsible for this stupid kingdom.

Hey.

And whats Desonis known for?

Altestiel began to speak, but the other three cut him off.

Rain.

Swamps.

Hydras? And a sleeping [Queen].

The [Earl] spluttered as he raised his voice in outrage.

Oh come now. Desonis is a proud nation!

A wet nation, more like.

It rained my entire three-week visit.

Lovely hot tubs, though.

Rabbiteater rubbed his hands together, grinning as the other guests roasted the Earl of Rains.

Hot tubs, huh? And you wanted to marry Erin? Earl of Hot Tubs? No wonder she said no.

Altestiel made a choking sound.

I should like to get a good look at you, Ser Solstice.

Yeah, me too.

A moment of silence as the two men bristled. ThenRabbiteater poked at his stomach.

Were going to die in here.

The other four people fell silent. Seraphel spoke up after a moment.

I am sure Beacle is fetching us a potion for our stomachs.

Lady Menrise almost sobbed aloud.

What a relief! But what caused this?

Rabbiteater frowned and poked at his gurgling stomach.

Uhwhat did you all eat?

The other four compared notes as Altestiel decided to track down the dish, lest it offend anyone else. Lady Menrise passed him a quill and inkpot, and he used the toilet paper to take notes.

Lets see. I bet it was the oysters. Who had that?

Seraphel shuddered politely. She knew the dangers of undercooked oysters.

No.

Cortese snorted.

I hate the foul things. I fed them to my lion.

Menrises voice rose in disbelief; she had clearly not seen Kaazs folk.

You have a lion?

Yes, and if it was the tripeI fear to see the banquet hall because half our cats partook. And they have quite the appetite.

Seraphel shuddered in horror as Cortese spoke, but Rabbiteater objected.

I hate tripe. I didnt have any.

The Princess scratched at her head.

Thenwhat about the pudding? The gelato?

Altestiel brightened up.

Theres gelato for dessert? I dont recall seeing it served, yet.

Seraphel bit her lip and hoped that revelation didnt reach her mother.

Not that, then. Pudding?

The Goblin smacked his lips.

I had blood pudding. Anyone like it?

Everyone else disagreed with Rabbiteater. They were talking further when Lady Menrise spoke.

Praycould it have been Golaens gift to the occasion? That new dish?

Seraphel hesitated. Now that sounded

Which one? Waitthe do-nots?

The Hundredlord instantly disagreed.

Donuts. Surely not! They were just a frosted piece ofbaked goods. But I did have one, come to think of it. The novelty. Anyone else?

I did.

Altestiel spoke up and felt a stir on the back of his neck. It had been a strange food. But hed been taken to the restroom so fast

The Hundredlord Cortese grunted.

But that would meanI did recall sampling a delightfully frosted one right before Ithosegiant-blooded bastards. I repent all my accusations, Your Highness. If anyone would have made the mistake

Seraphel buried her face in her hands.

I had one too. Rabbiteater?

Yep.

Altestiel decided it was case-closed. But it was strange. They looked like fried goods. Indeed, Cortese was now throwing a fit.

You have to boil those damned things in hot oil! How can Golaen mess up a simple treat? It had none of those bacteriums or whatever theyre called! Ill stab that [Titanguard] myself!

Whats a bacterium?

Rabbiteater held his stomach. Seraphel tried to calm Cortese down.

Lord Cortese, I would not do that. The [Titanguard], Lord Etrogaer, is a dangerous foe.

Do you think I fear that? A [Duelist] fears no foe. I may not be a Gold-bell fencer, but I earned my silver bell when I was seventeen.

I wouldnt do that if I were you.

Rabbiteater cautioned him, and Cortese turned his wrath on him.

Oh, and you think I havent seen combat, Ser Solstice? Should I duel you first?

The Goblin decided he might be done. He tapped his empty stomach and shrugged.

If you like. But that [Titanguard] will still stomp you flat. Hes over Level 40.

Cortese hesitated.

Youre sure?

Yep.

Altestiel muttered an agreement.

That squares with Desonis intelligence. How can you tell, Ser Solstice?

I recognized his Skill when he patted me on the shoulder. Something super-heavy. He can probably crush your bones to dust.

Cortese muttered in his stall.

That is more concerning. Well, our neighbors in Golaen produce mighty warriors. I should like to see if our Lance of Kaazaldrin, Gorethem, would duel Lord Etrogaer in my stead. That would beamusing. He was a Named-rank adventurer before he was accepted into the Thousand Lances.

One of the Thousand Lances is here?

Rabbiteater sat up, worried. His stomach decided it had more to expelout of worry. Named-rank?

Whats a Thousand Lance?

Seraphel was gingerly debating leaving the restroom herself.

The greatest knight-order in the world. The Thousand Lances of Kaazaldrin are just thata thousand [Knights] who are inducted into the greatest knight-order. Even the Order of Seasons or Ailendamus [Knights] may be invited. Named-rank adventurers are also sometimes admitted.

Only a thousand?

A thousand is all you need. Each noble family ensures a member of our Thousand Lances want for nothing. As a Hundredlord, I have more members of the Lances in my house than all but the crown.

Hundredlord Cortese picked up the explanation. Rabbiteater sat there.

He didnt like the idea of that. Or at least, fighting that. A thousand armored enemies wielding artifacts sounded like a really unfair time. But Cortese assured the other people they had nothing to worry about. Beacle stepped back in, issuing huge apologies, and relief finally arrived in the form of a tonic. It was, ironically, brown.

Kaaz has no designs on conquest. Unlike Ailendamus. We do have a history of answering grudge for grudgebut once settled, friendships bloom from a bit of strife.

Rabbiteater brightened up. He flushed the toilet one last time and stood up. His stomach finally stabilized.

Hey, thats true. I feel better.

Menrise was industriously flushing the toilet as she sighed in relief.

Myself included.

Seraphel gasped.

Me too!

Altestiel sighed.

Praise be to all [Healers]. I thinkour ordeal is at an end. Ladies, gentlemenI think this has been a positive experience. Discounting the pain. I should like to leave now.

Yes.

Me too.

Lady Menrise agreed as she delicately opened the stall door.

And I will shake all your hands. After we have washed them. Thoroughly.

And so they did. There was something bonding about mutual suffering. As any good [Diplomat] knew. This was such the case that as the door to the condemned lavatory opened, five people emerged all at once, not independently.

Rather than pretend they didnt know each other, they came out, shaking washed, cleaned hands. Ser Solstice, eying Earl Altestiel, who nodded to the Hundredlord as he peered at Lady Menrise and she flipped her own visor up. She bowed to Princess Seraphel and exchanged the smile of a survivor.

A friendship forged in troubled waters. It was so notable that a passing [Diplomat of Envy], Corek of Ailendamus, halted on his rush to the restroom. Hed just had a bite of a treat hed been saving on his plate, and none of the Thronebearers or servants had seen fit to save him from his fate.

He felt the terrible pain in his intestines, looked at the group of five, and realized what had happened in a flash. Corek shook his head.

Dead gods. Is itthe legendary Umbral Throne diplomacy?

Even more famous than the Winebreath Blaster. If he didnt know better, he might have guessed Calanfer had set this up! But even they werent this dramatic. Corek rushed into the toilet, inhaled once, and paled as he opened a stall.

Kingdom of Glass and Glory preserve me.

What a day, eh? Ser Solstice actually sounded more cheerful after his harrowing journey. Perhaps because hed found a more entertaining group of people than the food or celebrations.

Or perhaps because, as he emerged from the restrooms, he came face-to-face with a silver-and-purple haired man, who did indeed feel like a rainstorm, both in temperament and aura. Prone to moods, the Earl Altestiel of Rains.

He paused, drying his hands with a cloth, and the Goblin Slayer looked him up and down as the Earl adjusted his violet coat, flashing with golden epaulets. For a second, Rabbiteater debated punching himthen the Earl of Rains held out a gloved hand.

I was exceptionally relieved to hear Erin was returned to life. My [Strategist] and most trusted right hand, Kiish, made sure of it. I like to think I helped, in some small way.

You did?

Rabbiteater forgot his anger in a second. He took the hand, and the two looked at each other. Perhaps the Earl saw a crimson flash behind that visor. Or expected to. He gave Rabbiteater a knowing look, and the Hobgoblin waited. But all the [Earl] did was smile.

Youre far from home, Ser Solstice.

Yeah. I was having an adventure. This part sucked, but the rest wassomething.

The two stood there, and a man with dark brown skin and a flash of red running through his disheveled locks practically kicked his way out of the lavatory. Hundredlord Cortese looked around, saw his pet lion prowling around him anxiously, and bent down to pet her. But she took one sniff of him and backed away.

So this is Ser Solstice and the Earl of Rains. Amazing. That wasnt all a hallucination.

He wiped at his brow as his handkerchief was no longerand turned. The three men saw a woman push open the door and freeze. Seraphel flushed, but Lady Menrise stepped out into the hallway, her visor shut, her hands folded demurely in a star-lavender dress.

Needless to say, gentlemen, Your Highness, I shall deny this event ever took place under torture or truth spell.

A laugh escaped Seraphels mouth despite herself. She looked around, and Beacle was waiting, along with some very apologetic Thronebearers who had been alerted to thedistressing incident.

It looks like a bit of chaos. Food poisoning and Golaen in the spotlight. Earl Altestiel, are you interested in taking these fools to account?

The Hundredlord Cortese went for his rapier as he looked around, spotting Thronebearers interposing themselves between offended guests and the defensive Golaen group. Altestiel raised one brow.

I think that would be fair. Ser Solstice?

Rabbiteater was just about to join in the fun of punching someone when Seraphel objected.

Guests, I must insist on civility. Can we not pretend this incident never occurred altogether, as we just promised? Allow me to make it up to you.

How?

Rabbiteater was as skeptical as the others, but Seraphel turned, saw the sun fading in the distance, and clicked her fingers.

Beacle, alchemical dawn cider. A tray, and somethingcooked. We shall all retire out of the palace to the Skybridge.

Cortese hesitated, a hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked at Altestiel, then Ser Solstice. And then, the Goblin bent down and pulled out a huge, practically uncooked leg of mutton out of his bag of holding. Altestiel actually stepped back in amazement as he offered it to the lion.

Do you justwalk around with meat in your bag of holding, Ser Solstice?

Lady Menrise was patently disbelieving. Rabbiteater shrugged. He patted his bag of holding as the lion sniffed the un-spiced, frankly bloody meat. Far better than everything else! She padded over, and he patted her on the head like a Carn Wolf. The Goblin answered the [Lady].

Im storing toilet paper in there too. Lots of it. Important gear anywhere you go. Like food. Good cat.

Incredible. Impossible. Baeris takes to almost no one. Youre not the least afraid?

Cortese looked astonishedand approving. Rabbiteater eyed the huge lion; she was not the maned kind, being female, but she was a huge predator and on Earth, an apex killer. Here? He thought she was sort of cute.

I used to grow up with Carn Wolves. Theyre bigger. Roll over.

Baeris bared all her teeth in a warning snarl that made Seraphel step back. The lion was far too intelligent for her liking, doubtless the product of Skills. Rabbiteater instantly stuck his gauntleted hand in her mouth. The lion backed up as Corteses eyes widened in shock. Altestiel began chuckling.

Go on and bite me. Dare you. Ive got metal hands.

Baeris growledthen licked his gauntlets. Rabbiteater ruffled her head, and Cortese exhaled. He let go of his hilt and guffawed so loudly everyone in earshot looked at him.

You! You must come to Kaaz! Ive decidedSer Solstice is no rogue but a friend! So sayeth the Hundredlord of House Withred! What is your name, Ser Solstice?

He proclaimed it like a royal announcementwhich it almost was. Seraphel herself was amazed, but Ser Solstice just rose and shook Corteses hand.

You can call me Rabbiteater. Some of my friends do. Did someone say drinks? Whats alchemical dawn cider?

You might think a Goblin could make no friends in Calanfer, with all the Humans and their views on Goblins. But a masked Goblin [Knight] had a lot in common with a Lady of Tourvecall. Lady Menrise even had her own glass straw she brought everywhere.

So, how do you eat with your helmet on?

Rabbiteater found out that alchemical dawn cider was a kind of cider brewed in Calanfer. It glowed, like everything else in the Eternal Throne, but the alchemical part was something that made it fizz in a lovely way as he took a sip from his own straw.

And he stood on the Skybridge, the crystal bridge now glowing softly, a cherry red as the sun fell. As the moon rose, Seraphel assured them, it would be like standing on a moonbeam.

Menrise answered with a low chuckle.

I am allowed to take my helmet off if not in the company of outsiders, so it is a far less strenuous obligation than yours, Ser Solstice. But as to your question? Either a privacy screen orhow large is your helmet?

Eh. Not very.

Mm. I have a very small pouch of holding. So I would transfer in an acceptable bite of foodsomething handheldand then, inside my helmet, levitate the food out

Amazing. I just drink soup.

Altestiel nearly snorted his own drink out his nose. He looked around as the bridge began to change, taking on a glow from the blue moon above, the only one out as the green moon waned in the sky to a sliver.

He kept looking down, despite knowing he stood on solid ground, because it did feel like standing on pure light. It was a magnificent sightand even for a visitor to Calanfer, he had to admit it was unique.

Mainly because no one else was on the bridge but Beacle, a few Thronebearers keeping people from walking on from both sides, and the five guests.

Princess Seraphel du Marquin could reserve the Skybridge to herself. In fact, for a royal family member, that was the default; no pedestrian would cross while she stood there. Theyd use the other, lesser bridges.

The [Princess] was almost completely ignorant to the changing Skybridge, which amazed her other newfound friends. And they werefriends? They were something.

A fine drink. A fine view, I will admit.

Hundredlord Cortese himself admitted to being slightly satisfied by the occasion. Seraphel looked up. She was hesitantly petting the huge lion, Baeris, on the head as the lion began chomping the bone from the mutton leg Rabbiteater had given her.

Heres to ordeals never spoken of and to Calanfer. To the Dawn Concordats victory in battle and Ser Solstice and the Princess of Calanfer!

Altestiel proposed a toast, and Rabbiteater glanced up.

Bah. I was starting to like you. Lets toast getting drunk.

Chuckles from Lady Menrise and a scandalized sound from Serapheluntil she realized she was the only one. Menrise was pithy, and Cortese, once he decided he liked you, minded no coarse language or poking. Seraphel took another cup off a tray, and Rabbiteater poked her. She jumped, and he laughed.

She stared at him, then tried to poke him back but found poking an armored [Knight] was impossible. The Hobgoblin chortleduntil a finger poked him.

Gaaah!

He stared at Seraphels translucent hand, felt a finger jab him in the side, icy-coldand leapt so high and back that he hit the railing.

Ser Solstice!

Cortese and Altestiel grabbed for his legs as the Goblin nearly toppled over the edge of the bridge. The Thronebearers went running as Seraphel clapped a hand to her mouththen hurried to try and pull him up! Lady Menrise saved the three struggling figures from hauling the heavy Goblin by pointing a wand.

[Featherweight]. Heave him up!

Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, I am deeply sorry

Rabbiteater was laughing. He felt at his side, delighted, then pointed at Seraphel.

Great poke! Great trick!

Seraphel exhaled, and then the Hobgoblin was asking her if that were her new Skill, and Lady Menrise was offering Baeris a drink, much to the lions delight. Cortese gave Princess Seraphel an admiring look and then drew his sword.

Well, if were displaying SkillsEarl of Rains, I know you have a few interesting ones. Between friends, lets show some off. Ser Solstice, surely you have something new from your victories.

Rabbiteater thought about it as he smiled behind his helmet.

Im a plant.

Hm?

They spent hours on the bridge. Seraphel was sure Ielane was putting out fires and avoiding feuds in the palace, but as expected, by the time the slightly drunk group parted ways in the corridor, there was little sign of the disaster in the banquet hall.

Tomorrow, anon! Tomorrow!

Cortese blew a kiss, and Menrise performed the same gesture. Rabbiteater was walking off to talk to Altestiel a moment longer about their shared acquaintance. But both stopped and waved at Seraphel, and she bowed.

She had scarcely felt soebullient in her life. As if time had flown past, rather than dragged in smalltalk. Not that they had been discussing the affairs of the realm! Half the time had just been showing off Skills or daring each other to silly things like getting Baeris to roll over and beg for a treat. Or Rabbiteater jumping off the bridge for a dare, followed by Cortese and Lady Menrise. Somehow, Altestiel was the hesitant one with Seraphel!

Remembering it was almost as delightfulbut she was so exhausted, Seraphel would have liked nothing more than to lie down. And see her newfound friends tomorrow.

Of course, the banquet and politics awaited and her mother would probably wish to ensure that Seraphel could leverage her new connections and that the friendships were not too friendly.

Doubtless, the others thought that way, too, and were aware of their obligations to their countries.

And yet the [Princess] had to admitit was a rather fine thing to meet some of the dignitaries in such anunguarded situation. She actually thought she might genuinely like them, and the reverse might hold true.

As for the rest of the gathering, well, the stomach-churning dish was a footnote in the discussions to come. Seraphel was just heading to her room, wondering if Ser Solstice played chess as well as the famed Earl of Rains. Perhaps they could have a secondcarefully vettedbreakfast? She was just about to look into it when someone burst into her rooms.

Seraphel! Seraphel!

Aielef, get out!

Seraphel reached for something to hurl at her elder sister. She had no time for any courtly intriguebut she stopped when she saw Aielef.

Her dress was bunched around her, and she was wild-eyed, her hair a mess, the dyed red tangling around her face.

But that was what made Seraphel stop. A [Princess] of Calanfer should never look that way. Ielane had drilled that into her daughters. But even more than that

Wheres your tiara? Aielef?

The [Princess] stumbled forwards, still clutching her stomach.

II ate something horrible, Seraphel. I rushed to my rooms, and when I came outmy tiara was gone! And someones stolen two crossbows from Noelictus [Hunters] and burgled half of Golaens guests!

Seraphel shot up, and her eyes widened. A thief had come in the night. It was almost as significant as

The donuts.

Authors Note: Shorter chapter! Shorter chapter, and a two-part story for Rabbiteater! Im taking it easy and not pushing for everything!

Waitwhy is it still 30,000 words?

Where did I go wrong?

I know, energy. I have too much energy. Too little ability to condense and I suppose, expedite affairs. But every scene has its place. Even the toilet scene. No one ever talks about Aragorn in Lord of the Rings. I bet there was a bad poo at least one time, especially with all them Hobbits. Unless Legolas eats air or something.

The point is, I hope you enjoyed. Some of the Twitch stream-readers found it funny, but maybe theyre all children at heart. I probably am. Thanks for reading and see you later!

Palass, The City of Inventions by Enuryn the [Naturalist]!

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