Book 9: Chapter 17: R

Book 9: Chapter 17: R

Now, the Dragonthrone.

They called it different names, those Humans who had never looked upon a Dragons face except set in stone, captured in some snarling mural where their only purpose was to be a beast, mentor, or companion to Humans or other species.

That was not the fault of later generations. Every species told that kind of story; self-centered and narrow. Even, nay, especially Dragons.

What you had to know was this: the Dragonthrones were crystallizations of selfishness and nobility. They embodied everything that was best and worst of Dragons, much like the Walled Cities defined the Drakes.

The Dragonlord of Flame had not made his Dragonthrone. It had been a labor of love and pride from countless Dragons, entire elements coming together to build it. It was a haven, a great, fortified structure, even a trap.

Terrium Archelis Dorishe had been a child the first time he was allowed entrance to the Dragonthrone and saw the Seat of Flame in construction. Even a Dragon hatchling had to be on his best behavior, and he had peeked out behind a semi-translucent wing like a waterfall of copper, and seen the first blocks being laid.

Fiery stone, quarried from the heart of an active volcano by Magma Trolls and with the help of the great Giant of Ash, Rhetorisel. Or rather, with her permission.

In millennia, countless millennia later, the last of her kind would seek shelter in Khelts sands and breathe her last. That was how old the Dragonthrones were.

Teriarchs had been made to rule over other creatures. So each throne empowered the very nature of the Dragons who sat upon them. They were pure vanity, however; all that time and effort capturing the very essence of flame could have been spared to light a hundred thousand fires for cold, shivering souls across the world. Seldom had the Dragonthrones ever been used directly in war. They were trophies, the greatest prizes to be taken.

And many broke.

Eight had ever been built; five had been lost or deconstructed, parts hauled off to form the foundations of Walled Cities or just destroyed. Fissivals Grand Librarium and the base of the Walled City of Magic was made of a Dragonthrones broken dreams.

Three remained in any capacity. Of the three, only one was in the public knowledge, and it had been given to a Human after the end of the Creler Wars. There was no owner left to contest it.

The Eternal Throne of Calanfer was technically the entire city. Entire streets had been laid using the vast Dragonthrone as the basis for a city. Did it outrage him?

No. Not really. It was the most generous, most useful a Dragonthrone had ever been. Calanfer had been given it, and of all the things ever done

Teriarch thought Queen Marquin the First would have approved of that. Little else of her current nation perhaps, but then, he didnt know.

He hadnt gotten a chance to ask her. Now, the Brass Dragon watched the Eternal Throne shift. To be precise, the single seat in the entire, endless chamber that was the true Eternal Throne of Calanfer shifted.

It was a kind of anchored reality you could step into. That was what lay at the heart of Calanfers famous palace. Past the walls of more mundane makethrough two doubledoors etched with the likenesses and names of every [King] and [Queen] to rule Calanfer, with so much space yet leftthen you would step into another world.

Teriarchs Dragonthrone had been meant to rule. It was a conclave of Dragonthrones, arranged in a vast circle such that supplicants would step into the last conclave of Dragon, Wyvern, and Wyrm.

Not so for this one. There was only one throne. This had been built for the first Dragonlord of Dawn, who declared himself Dragonking. Well, he had died, but no one had seen fit to change the thrones design.

Despite thatwhat halted the literal thousands of Humans, mortals, even the Goblin [Knight] in their tracks as they were admitted entrance todaywas the nature of this throne. For all his folly, the Dragonking, Raendersolis, had chosen a unique setting.

If you looked out of Teriarchs lonely throne, you could see a world of brilliant clouds. Pink skies; an endless vista shimmering with green and red on alien horizons. As a girl, Magnolia had once said when he first showed it to hera truly magical world.

But that was all. The space only extended ten miles in every direction. Pure, unfilled space. No bottom, no sides. If you flew in any direction, you would loop back on yourself. It was impossible to die of falling unless you landed on the Dragonthrone. One time, hilariously, a child had fallen for six hours straight until someone noticed him looping through the sky. That had been

Ah. Well.

The Brass Dragon looked across the Eternal Throne and saw a difference of opinions. For this Dragonthrone had no great marble dais. Instead, as you walked through those doors, you saw a strange substance like glass underfoot.

Like a perfect circle; a dais of crystal and light. It floated in the air with neither supports nor logic. Some found it so disturbing they could not take a step forwards, but most were too busy looking at everything else.

The Eternal Throne was filled with such daises, which floated, controlled by whomever sat on the throne. Right now, they were forming a vast circle, and Calanfers court would speak and stand, always looking up at that throne. But if ever they should look away from that shining platform or stop climbing the stairs of light that connected platform to platform, they would see the true reason so many called the Eternal Throne a wonder.

Teriarch sighed as he bowed along with the [Knights] and courtiers of a dozen kingdoms. Even the most arrogant stopped if this were the first time seeing it.

The stars. Of all the things Rabbiteater expected, it was not stars. He walked through the doors to his audience with the rulers of Calanfer, wondering if he would hate it and why Greysten said he had to visit.

Thenhe was standing among stars. The Goblin looked around as he rose and felt like he was floating in the night sky.

Dead gods.

Markus whispered, and even sound was different here. The walls and floor were gone. Gravity feltweaker. Rabbiteater did an experimental hop and nearly leapt off the side of the dais he was on.

A Thronebearer caught the Goblin and steadied him.

Careful, Ser Knight. The Eternal Throne does have protective spells, but one can fall and be quitedisoriented. Pray, do not leap or run here.

Rabbiteater nodded, then looked around again. Everyone was staring about, wide-eyed, and he could not blame them.

It was beautiful. So beautiful it hurt his heart, and he saw more than one person was misty-eyed.

There were some places in the world, like the High Passes, where, on a perfect night without clouds or above the cloud layer, you could look up and see the sky. Not just one or two stars, but countless brilliant lights. The same was true of Earthbut those places were harder to find with so many competing lights polluting the sky.

But if you did look up, you might have an inkling of what the Eternal Throne looked like. A constellation in slow motion, even comets and other celestial bodies likewondrous fog or a stellar cloudnebulasslowly moving throughout this Dragonthrone.

At the speed of a universe turning. Then, you could stand there and see a comet passing, sometimes so close you could reach out and try to touch it.

That was the Dragonthrone of Calanfer. That was the Eternal Throne, and Rabbiteater had no idea how this place had been made or why. He had no idea that Void Dragons of old had captured reality here; to him, the idea of space was so abstract he could barely process it.

Nor did it matter. It was beautiful, and that was enough. He stood, inhaling the cool air, and realized why much of Calanfers court was bundled up more than usual. Rabbiteater was plenty warm in his armor, but he saw one of the [Princesses], Seraphel, blowing into her hands as her sister, Shardele, wore a scarf and strolled up the stairs.

After allthe Eternal Throne awaited. You could talk with other guests, but Rabbiteater had been invited here. Along with the Order of Seasons and many of Pheislants officers.

So, he climbed the steps as the Thronebearers bowed and saw a final dais, floating above all the rest. There sat King Reclis and Queen Ielane du Marquin.

The rulers of Calanfer. As for the thrones themselves? They were almost overshadowed by the final dais. A crystalline pair of high-backed thrones, which glowed with the strongest light in the room. Right now, they sat golden upon a dais that burned like the sun.

Solar flame, lapping at their feet, a miniature sun somehow transformed into a dais. It dazzled the eyesbut didnt blind. Here, you could indulge in a childs fantasy and stare at the sun without paying for it with your sight.

That was the inspiration for Calanfers motifs, and the dais itself almost overshadowed the thrones. As they walked up, the Order of Seasons and Rabbiteater felt like they were approaching a distant star, and it held their gazes.

Of course, that was the true throne. The chairs upon it were for Humans. Not a Dragon, who might rest upon the entire dais of light.

Rabbiteater felt like the glow was burning through his armor and kept checking to make sure the rays of light werent piercing the mundane steel. He feltlike the sun was warming him up from the inside. He wanted to run, to laugh, to race from one end of Calanfer to anotherbut he held it in.

For the eyes of the King of Calanfer were upon him. King Reclis du Marquin sat, waiting, as [Heralds] acknowledged the noble guests of Kaaz, Gaiil-Drome, Tourvecall, and so many others. But he had already met with many, so his eyes were upon the heroes of the hour.

Let the Order of Seasons of Pheislant and Ser Solstice of Izril approach the Eternal Throne!

A [Thronebearer] called out. Rabbiteater saw a shimmering line of steps appear; beams of light, pure white-gold, as solid as stone, waiting to be climbed that they might stand within two dozen feet of the final dais.

Uh oh. Dont fall.

Rabbiteater muttered as he eyed the steps and the plunge into the void. Markus gulped, and Talia turned her awe-struck gaze away from the Eternal Throne.

Ser Solstice! Decorum!

He couldnt help it. Rabbiteater walked slowly with the other [Knights] until he was halfway up. Then he grabbed Talias shoulder and whispered.

Waaah!

She nearly leapt off the stairwell. Her face turned white then crimson with fury, and Meisa looked like she was going to kill Rabbiteater. Ser Greysten was turning purple with the effort of not laughing. Dame Voost gave both a reproving look, and Ser Zulvs face was a mask of pain. A Thronebearer standing on the final dais before the throne looked outraged and almost spoke

But then Rabbiteater heard a voice and realized that Calanfers reputation was not unearned. Poor at combat, dazzling in the courtroom, despite yesterdays thefts and food poisoning

Queen Ielane du Marquin chuckled. She laughed, and the voices from the Eternal Throne were magnified that, in audiences, anyone could hear them from around the entire room. Her laugh was infectious, made Rabbiteater start

And was perfectly calculated. But it sounded so natural it fooled all but Ielanes own daughters. Many of those watching picked up on Rabbiteaters trick and snorted. The unguarded amusement made the Thronebearers relax, and Rabbiteater began to like the [Queen] before she even spoke a word.

But what of King Reclis du Marquin? His eyes turned to Rabbiteater, and the Goblin saw a man much like Lyonette. His hair was a deeper red than fire, and his eyes had faded from blue to grey as lines in his face had appeared. For all thathe sat upon fire and flame, and when he spoke, his voice was slow, surprisingly low despite not being nearly as physically large as Greysten, and yes, amused.

He sounded rather like a Dragon, in fact. A trick Calanfers children had picked up from memory and practice from Marquins meetings with the last of Dragons. Reclis looked straight at Rabbiteater and said this for all to hear, and for the cameras and gossips and rumors:

You are not the Lightherald who knelt here last. Nor do you bear that brave mans mantle, nor carry his armor or sword and shield. Brave [Knight], Ser Solstice, I have heard many call you the Lightherald of Calanfer. But you are not him, nor who will follow after.

Rabbiteater froze up, then nodded slowly. He wondered if he should kneel, and those watching shuffled, wondering if this were a rebuke. But Reclis tone did not sound hostile. It was, if anything, intimate. He went on after the smallest of pauses.

I say this before all as my witness that there will be no confusion. Ser Solstice of Izril is not the Lightherald, nor does he represent Calanfer. He is touched by another blessing of Calanfers children. Dawnguard, they called the companions of Queen Marquin. A fitting title bestowed on the most valiant champions Calanfer can recognize. So I name thee. Ser Solstice of Izril, the Goblin Slayer, as many call you. Ser Greysten, the Summers Champion of the Order of Seasons, and Dame Talia, of proud House Kallinad of Pheislant and the Season of Summer.

All three [Knights] hesitated, confusedthen one of the Thronebearers standing before the throne opened a box. Markus made a noise, and Meisa elbowed himand Rabbiteater saw a brilliant flash from a rising sunburst.

It was just gold. Truegold, but it captured the light of the Eternal Throne, and it was pretty enough. Reclis beckoned, and slowly, Rabbiteater ascended the steps with Talia and Ser Greysten. He knelt, and a loop of silk was draped over his neck. He felt the tiny weight of the medal chime against his armor and looked up.

Reclis du Marquin nodded to him, smiling. Before he sat and spoke onwards, thanking Pheislant and the other heroes of the warand awarded a medal for Tyrion Veltras to his representativethe man spoke, just to Rabbiteater.

My daughter is fortunate indeed to have met a man of such valor as yourself, Ser Solstice. I pray to speak to her someday, if it can be done.

Rabbiteater didnt know what to say, but Reclis just stepped back. And the Goblin thoughthe wasnt so bad. For a fellow who stood on flames, at least.

It was slightly disappointing, to Seraphel du Marquin, to see Ser Solstice had fallen for her fathers ploys.

But thenhe was very good in his element, and the Eternal Throne for a newcomer was just cheating. Reclis du Marquin was a powerful speaker, and Ielane was just as good. That laugh. Seraphel had never heard her laugh like that in private, except to demonstrate how it was done.

Well, Ser Solstice was in the crown and publics favor, and those two did not always align. Since he had both, he was a fine guest of the Eternal Throne, milling about as Thronebearers personally served food off platters.

It was all a life-changing moment, a memorable occasion to dine and speak in the Eternal Throne. Unless youd done it before. Seraphel noted some of the noble guests were slightly immune to the grandeur. At least, the [Earl] who peered at a simple caprese salad offered to him as a refreshment.

And is this going to give me another date with the privy?

The Thronebearer, a woman half Altestiels age, gave him a perfect bow. They were graceful and adept at their jobs, the Thronebearers. Just not so good on the battlefield. This Thronebearer, despite being new to her class, was every match for Altestiels grace. She offered him an apologetic and reassuring smile.

The food and drink have all been personally vetted and sampled today, Earl Altestiel. The unfortunate incident of last night will not happen again, I assure you.

The Earl helped himself to a small bowl and nodded as Seraphel walked over.

And has anyone found the missing items the [Thieves] took?

I am afraid I cannot speak of matters of state, Earl Altestiel.

The reply was very smooth, and the Earl grunted.

Naturally. I suppose I should askah, Princess Seraphel. Your Highness.

He gave her a bow, and Seraphel eyed the salad. She took a bowl as the Thronebearer bowed deeply.

Earl Altestiel. I am glad you attended todays gathering.

I wouldnt have missed it, to see Ser Solstice awarded the Dawnguard medal. I imagine one only sees a sight like that once in his lifetime. And the Eternal Throne is, in and of itself, a wonder, as always.

The [Earl]s eyes twinkled as he took a huge bite of his salad. Seraphel kept her face polite, but she felt interested as she took a bite of some tomato and mozzarella. Not too spiced or fancy; sometimes you could just enjoy a fresh bite of food.

Why would Ser Solstice be interesting? The Earl had been to Calanfer enough that it might not be as appealing. But that moment of mischiefhe was a good statesman, but a bit obvious. A quirk of the lips, a subtle shift in his aura, like a spring shower overhead as you were walking

Then again, Ser Solstice was interesting to Seraphel too. And she smiled, because Altestiel was a friend.

Right? Seraphels warnings from her mother and all her history warred with the fact that Umbral Throne diplomacy was not something even Calanfer stooped to. In fact, Altestiel seemed to be thinking the same thing.

I wondered, when I saw you, whether it was appropriate to approach, Your Highness.

I should be delighted, Altestiel!

Ah, myself included! But it is a funny thing to, ah, be

Friends bound in strife?

The [Earl] snorted.

I would have said, companions of porcelain.

Seraphel had to cover her mouth to hide a laugh. She looked around for Ser Solstice, but he was being mobbedin a refined wayby Calanfers court. She sighed, and Altestiel followed her gaze.

I imagine that we shall be getting down to proper talks today. Our last guests of Erribathe are set to arrive today. You wouldntbe kind enough as to hint whats going on, would you?

Ah, there it was. The favors. Seraphels elation endeduntil she looked up at Altestiels smile. He was just teasing her. Or asking without expecting her to give away crown secrets. Right? She smiled cautiously.

The Kingdom of Myths representatives are arriving today. That is all I know, Earl.

Ah, well. I shall amuse myself until then.

He nodded lightly, and she was left wondering whether she was wrong for thinking he was probing. Or whether he was a better actor than she thought.

She hated that. And now, she wanted to find the helmeted man with the cloak. Ser Solstice was too genuine to distrust that way. Mostly because

He was a Goblin. Earl Altestiel kept staring at him.

The [Earl of Rains] knew that Rabbiteater was a Goblin. He had already known. Even if he hadnt visited the inn, the name Rabbiteater would have tipped off anyone who knew Goblin culture. Which no one did.

But he had asked Rabbiteater outright, and the Goblin had pretended like he didnt know what Altestiel was talking about. Which was fairand Altestiel had gotten the feeling Rabbiteater was plotting to toss him off his balcony when he called The Wandering Inn.

Kiish had left some speaking stones, and even if it wasnt the Titans ostentatious chessboard of himself, Altestiel had roused the inn at the late hour and gottenIshkr.

Which really hadnt helped since he wanted Erin. But between Ishkr and a sleepy Selys vouching for him, Rabbiteater had declined to try and silence Altestiel. The [Earl] knew that Erin was on vacation, but he had thought shed be back by now. Well, maybe something had happened. Even on vacation, you got bad weather. Hadnt a river begun to flood or something around where she was staying?

At any ratethe Hobgoblin was wary, but Altestiel assured him he was an ally. And franklyif he trusted the Order of Seasons, he could add an earl to the list.

He was currently the center of attention. Even Princess Seraphel seemed to like him, and Altestiel understood why.

If you knew he was a Goblin, it all made sense. You seeCalanfers people, from nobles to the crown, were quite good at social environments.

There were expert grifters and [Diplomats] who could pretend to friendship or any range of emotions and personalities. There were crazy, genuine people from Taimaguros and Hundredlord Cortese of Kaaz. But they still fit a range of options.

No one had ever met a Goblin. Only a Goblin would begin chatting in the middle of a bathroom dilemma. Even if you had met people like himhis reactions were genuine and different enough that he was like a speckled, colorful stone in a riverbed full of grey rocks.

And that was why he was a target of interest. But the Goblin clearly wasnt happy with a lot of the nobility. He was looking around, that helmeted head craning because he, like Seraphel, craved a certain type of person.

Hed found them. At least, four of them. They were bound by blood and toilet paper and other stuff. Whether by chance or luck or designRabbiteaters new acquaintances were interesting people too.

Princess Seraphel had found Lady Menrise of Tourvecall but had hesitated over approaching her. Altestiel was one thing, but would the lady of the reclusive, masked and helmeted Kingdom of Incantations really want to associate with Seraphel afterwards?

She was the Cursed Princess, after all. And Tourvecall was a hard nation even for Calanfer to get a read on. The helmets really didnt help.

For instance, a [Lady] who was speaking to Menrise had a fishbowl on her head. No, that wasnt a joke. The inside was closed off, but there was a glass exterior section where several fish were swimming about. This was the largest helmet of Tourvecalls folk to contain the entire aquarium, and by that metric, Rabbiteater assumed she was in charge. The [Lady] even fed the fish with little sprinkles of food now and then via a hatch on the top of the tank.

The [Lady] was also lecturing Menrise, who was looking at the shimmering dais below her, gloved hands held in front of her. Seraphel winced as she heard the conversation.

the most shameful display, Menrise. Jumping off the Skybridge? Nevermind your acquaintanceshipthe decorum of Tourvecall rests on us.

Im sorry.

Seraphel wanted to interject, to protest, but she knew it might make things worse. The [Lady] continued haughtily.

Much less talking about anyissuesin the bathroomsit is not to be brought up. Calanfer is already embarrassed; do not compound the issue, is that clear?

Yes, Mother. I understand, Mother.

The fishbowl [Lady] paused, and Seraphel looked at Menrise. She had seenfor a secondthe womans face after theyd emerged from their brown caves.

A pale face, so translucent you could see her veins in detail. If she had been a [Princess] of Calanfer, Ielane would have made her wear illusion spells. Eyes a bit too wide to be natural. A crooked tooth in a smile. But her eyes flashed with magic that moved even when her pupils did not, like a nimbus of green sparks.

Another prisoner of a cage, only hers was actual enchanted metal. For all thatshe had jumped off the Skybridge after Rabbiteater and Altestiel! She had something Seraphel wanted.

Something Rabbiteater had told herthen her great ancestor, Marquin.

Do something. Anything.

But had she actually seen the ghosts? Standing in the Eternal Throne was a wonder, but not of the same kind as a thousand [Kings] of Terandria taking the field. Even now, Seraphel wonderedand she had been there. It was the folly of Humans to doubt their own sanity. Or maybe that protected them from the things creeping up in their head.

That day had changed everything. Khelt had declared a war to end things. And yethere she was, back home, waiting for her next marriage.

Seraphel supposed she had hoped, privately, that the Eternal Throne had exploded or something would have changed it all for her. Because belief was harder without constant proof and vindication.

As for Menrisethe older [Lady] went on after a moment.

I expect you to at least mingle with your newfound acquaintances.

She hadnt spotted Seraphel, and the [Princess] was happy to bail Menrise out. The [Spellbound Lady] bowed lower, and a few servants, Thronebearers, and even other nobility were watching out of the corners of their eyes.

Ill do that, Mother. I promise.

The second time, the [Lady] pausedand then she leaned forwards and hissed. The fish swam about, agitated, as the water in her fishbowl head turned ochre-red.

Would you stop calling me mother? People are getting the entirely wrong impression, Menrise!

Sorry, Mom.

Menrises helmeted head rose, and Seraphels jaw dropped. The [Lady] turned andimpishlywalked over to the man with the completely circular head. He was talking with a Noelictus nobleman, and Menrise touched his arm.

Father, do excuse me. I would like to circulate among the guests, if I may?

The man stared at her withSeraphel realizednot outrage, but a kind of confused dismay. As for the nobleman, he blinked, then bowed.

Ah, your daughter is Lady Menrise, Lord Ostevar?

She is not mythat is to say

Menrise strolled away as the first [Lady] tried to pursue her. She was lying! Blatantly, too! Seraphel saw Menrise appear next to a group of Kaazian nobility, which included Lord Cortese.

Ah, Lady Menrise. This is the Tourvecall [Lady] I mentioned.

Their cats were freaking out in the Eternal Throne, but Menrise happily took Corteses hand as he bowed. Even Kaazs nobility were clearly fascinated by Tourvecall, and they introduced themselves, eyes on Menrises helmet.

You, ah, must forgive our interest, Lady Menrise. We seldom see your queer visages abroad.

That was a Kaazian [Lady] for you. A direct insult that she clearly hoped might result in a challenge. But Menrise just chuckled behind her helmet.

Im quite familiar with the stares, thank you, Lady Ruusa. You are delightfully strange yourself. I have the honor of visiting Calanfer for this grand occasionyou see my mother, the Lady Ficombe, and Lord Ostevar? My father.

My. How interesting.

Lady Ruusa lied, politely nodding their way. Menrise nodded happily.

I am so glad to be here. You seeI havent seen my mother, Ruusa, ever since she bore me out of wedlock. It has been thirty-one years, and Lord Ostevar has finally returned to court.

Every head swung back to Menrise. The Kaazian nobility stirred, and Seraphel choked on a lettuce piece.

Could you say that again, Lady Menrise?

The [Lady] flapped a hand as the two nobles turned to stare at her. They couldnt have heard, but she spoke quickly and airily.

It is one of those classic Tourvecall stories. A tumble in a pigsty in a barndisgrace, no marriagethey look lovely for sixty years of age, dont they? Lots of preservative charms. But Lord Cortese, theres Seraphel! Would you mind if I stole you?

And she was off. Leaving behind the frantic two nobles from her kingdom, whoif Seraphels perfect memory didnt fail herwere almost exactly Menrises age.

Cortese seemed to understand Menrise was playing some kind of prank, although even he wasnt sure how much of what she was saying was true. The [Lady] and he bowed quite gracefully before Seraphel, and the [Princess] was lost for words.

Lady MenriseI am sure Tourvecall is quite playful, but are you certain you dont go a bit far?

That was all she managed. If she had done that to Ielane! But Menrise just giggled like a girl behind her helmet.

Theyll live. And I am far too old to be lectured, Your Highness. Nor do I regret any part of yesterday. Which reminds mewho are all these interesting visitors, Lord Cortese, Princess Seraphel?

She pointed discreetly, and Seraphel glanced to one side distractedly. The Eternal Throne had everyone from [Mercenary] company representatives from Baleros to dignitaries from the Five Families. And further envoys still.

Oh, the usual run of diplomats.

You must have over a thousand!

Cortese was astonished, and Seraphel recalled that most nations were not nearly as worldly as Calanfer. Kaaz was land-locked, further north, and while they got adventurers, they seldom offered much.

By contrast, Calanfer meddled, so Seraphel found herself pointing out people, not by face, but by clues like their dress or species.

Ahthen you dont have a diplomat from the Blighted Kingdom?

Never. How can you tell?

Menrise peered at a serious nobleman, and Cortese checked his sword, but Seraphel nodded to the two serious, plain-looking [Bodyguards]. Unarmed, but highly competent.

The Blighted Kingdom never goes without guards, even in the Eternal Throne. You can also see the Blighted Kingdoms crest on a pin on his lapel, there. See? An iconic shape.

Cortese squinted, but even the faint outline of the Blighted Kingdoma bastion wall, like the rook chess piecewas a familiar symbol. Menrise nodded.

And there?

A diplomat ofManus. They dont tend to fare well, especially in the current climate, but you can find a few Drakes.

The sullen-looking Drake was scowling as someone upbraided him, possibly about the Meeting of Tribes. Fissival hadnt even dared send a representative.

From Nerrhavias Fallen, when they deigned to show up, to the Great Companies of Baleros. A Centaur trotted over to shake the hand ofSeraphel frowned.

Oh. Now, how interesting. That must be a rising star. Shardele would not be speaking to her otherwise. What kingdom is that?

She eyed a woman who she took to be Human at firstuntil she spotted the telltale stitch-marks up one arm. Flaunted, not hidden. Seraphel crooked a finger, and the Thronebearer with the salads appeared.

Your Highness?

For our guestswhich nations does yonder emissary come from?

The Thronebearer glanced over and replied instantly.

The Empire of Sands, Your Highness. They control trade and most of Chandrars northwestern ports.

They do? When did that happen?

This year.

Cortese tapped his lips, looking impressed.

I barely knew. Not that we do much more than trade goods with Chandrarbut the King of Destruction is most of what I know from Chandrar. Him, andhave you seen that, ah, documentary about the Antinium?

Ksmvr of Chandrar?

Both Seraphel and Menrise were eager to talk about that video series. And yetCortese used an interesting word, there.

Did you say documentary, Lord Cortese? What might that be?

Menrise tilted her head left and right. The Hundredlord hesitated, then smiled much the same way Altestiel had and looked about.

Oh, just a term. But while we are herewhy dont I introduce you two to some fascinating guests? I think theyreaha! [Swordservant].

Like Seraphel, he raised his voice, and a scarred man appeared and bowed. He had a swordor at least, a scabbard, since no blades were allowed in here.

Hundredlord?

Bring forth our honored guests. Show the [Princess] and [Lady] Menrise their trinkets.

The [Swordservant] hesitated.

My orders are

Corteses eyes flashed, and his hand strayed towards his sword, again missing.

It will hardly do to insult Calanfers hosts! Besides, look at Lord Etrogaer!

He growled, and Seraphel looked left. The [Titanguard], eight feet tall, a giant among Humans, was laughing amidst his own hangers-on and company. And then Seraphel spotted what she had taken to be three servants.

Onlyif they were Golaens servants, they were too short. Because they were only around regular height and looked like actual children compared to Golaens stock. They were covered in the Kingdom of Giants livery.

It marked them aswhat? Inducted nobility? Seraphel thought it was like fostering children, but Cortese saw something else. So the [Swordservant] bowed.

There was an interesting contrast to the six young men and women he brought back and Golaens group. The Kingdom of Giants three looked rather overwhelmed, hanging back and quiet unless Etrogaer turned to them and asked a question.

However, the six that bowed before Seraphel were a bit bolder. And the reason was clear when Cortese introduced them.

I have the pleasure of introducing you to Silver-rank Adventurers, Cassy, Lan, and Bronze-rank Adventurers Fabrice, Hallbera

Seraphel saw the most interesting group of young men and women who looked to each be from a different country from skin tone alone!

Fabrice was closer to Corteses skin, but tall and lanky. Hallbera could have perhaps fit in with Cenidaus Hearthlords, and Lan was Drathian.

And yet he was not Drathian, because his accent was all wrong. As for being adventurers, Cortese looked indulgently proud.

Of thegroup of them, these six are the only ones who have gone into the dungeon and slain a few monsters. Visiting the Eternal Throne was a reward.

Indeed, the six children seemed as amazed as any guest, but what Seraphel found fascinating was that one of them was holding up a brick.

No, wait, it was thin. Some kind of artifact? It kept flashing, and Lan kept tugging down Cassys arm, but when she saw Menrise, the girl spoke.

Oh my god. Youre so cool! Is that a helmet? I have to take a picture. With myscrying device!

Cortese looked indulgent, but the [Swordservant] looked so nervous that Seraphel and every Thronebearer in earshot instantly noticed. Menrise peered at the device.

Thats not magical. Oh! Its me!

A new artifact recovered from the Infinite Dungeon, Lady Menrise. Nevermind how it workslook! You can take a mage-picture in fine quality! Cassyshow them a picture of Kaazs nobility.

Indeed, there were dozens, perhaps hundreds of mage-pictures onSeraphels brows rose higher and higher.

Was this made by an [Archmage] of old? She glanced at the Thronebearer, whose blink told her this would be going to Ielane and Reclis immediately. But then she noticed the nobles of Kaaz posing.

Oh, whats this?

A peace sign. Just do this

And Lady Menrise was standing with her back to Calanfers Eternal Throne, both hands each holding two fingers up in a v. She waited, then clapped her hands in delight at how it looked.

She was so free, it disconcerted Seraphel. So much so that even in between trying to ask Cortese who these children wereshe turned to Menrise.

You dont seem to be much shackled by your helmet, Menrise. II quite confess, I envy your freedom.

The [Spellbound Lady] of Tourvecall looked at Seraphel in astonishment, then she touched the helmet on her head.

Oh, this? Its for safety so I dont vent mana. It is hardly a helmet. Yes, its customary not to take it off, but I can if I wish. OnlyI find people are more allured by wondering what lies beneath.

Seraphel could have sworn the [Lady] winked at her beneath the helmet. Menrise touched it gently.

Its a choice. Its stylish. But freedom? We are the scions of the Hundred Families. If we arent free, who in this world is?

Heres to that!

Hundredlord Cortese laughed, and Baeris, his lion, threw up over the edge of one of the daises and watched the vomit float away through space. Seraphel looked between the two and didnt have the ability to join them, nor the heart to protest.

As for Altestielhis gaze was sympathetic as he joined the company. And sharp as he glanced at the Earthers. Cortese never noticed; he was locking gazes with Lord Etrogaer.

So that was why theyd come to Calanfer. At leastpart of the reason. Seraphel smiled politely in response to Menrises words.

Insideshe was screaming. But the person to whom she needed to truly speak to

Well.

The words never quite came out.

Queen Ielane looked up, and Princess Seraphel froze. Her mother spoke briskly.

Your father is waiting for you.

I know, but I was hoping I could

Talk?

The [Queen] was distracted. Outside of the Eternal Throneroom, after the guest reception, she had three veteran Thronebearers and several of Calanfers staff, including a [Bard], gathered around a plan of the palace. Ielane was patently impatient as she replied.

Later, Seraphel. We must investigate this [Thief].

The one who stole Aielefs tiara? You havent gotten them yet?

Ielane sighed, and one of the Thronebearers bowed to the [Princess].

Not just the tiara. Golaen and several others of the nobility were burgled in the same evening during the poisoning incident, Your Highness. Please keep this information to yourself.

Seraphel is an adult. Although the warning is not lost. You have somecapital, Seraphel, after your actions in the war, advisable or not. Your father will speak to you, but remember, you speak with Calanfers authority.

Y-yes, Mother. But how has a [Thief] escaped our Thronebearers?

They might not be warriors, but against [Assassins] and [Thieves]? They were practically ten levels higher! For answer, one of the [Bards] spoke.

We are dealing with a [Thief] on the level of one of the most famous in the continent. Perhaps it is one of them; we are investigating. For instance, the poison that passed all detection came from stale confections Golaen stored improperly. But it was also coated in an alchemical aid.

Not a poison?

A Thronebearer looked embarrassed and coughed into his hand.

It has the same effects as one, Your Highness. It, ah, provokes

Ielane broke in without turning her head to Seraphel.

We believe you should be going. As for the thief, they have some ability. Thank you for mentioning Kaazs strange guests, Seraphel. We had quite noticed, but it is good one of our daughters picked up on it. Shardele did not, nor did Aielef, though her distress is quite understandable. As for Vernoueshe overslept. Your father?

Seraphel had to go. Her father was someone she could speak to, in theorybut Reclis du Marquin was also hard to approach.

For different reasons than Ielane. He sat in a personal study, and like the Queen of Calanfer, his public persona and private one were

Seraphel. Sit down. Ielane gave me some time. I wanted to speak to youhere, take a cup of this and drink. Tell me your thoughts, then speak to me about your thoughts on Tyrion Veltras and the Goblin Slayer. In orderwe have to get to your newfound authority or your mother will be upset, but I am passionate about all the underlined subjects.

Reclis du Marquin was often as short of time as Ielane, but he made up for his lack by a few things. Firstlyin private, he spoke quickly, without the regal pauses and intonation he worked hard on.

Secondly, he had a cup of some black liquid he proffered to Seraphel, and he was watching a scrying orb on low volume while she sat. His daughter saw Reclis glance up and saw a familiar Drake she liked on the orb.

I would like to be free of my duties as a [Princess].

Was what Seraphel thought. What she said was

You watch Drassi and Wistram News Network, Father?

How could I not? Have you watched this latest development? No? Ah, you were riding. Well, to summarizeReporter Drassi has brought up an inequity in her pay compared to Ser Relz and Noass. Literally half their fee. A lot of the coverage is finding who dictated the terms. Whether it is Wistram or PallassPallass being likely.

And you find it interesting because?

Seraphel was not fooled by her fathers attention as she sipped the drink. She made a face and pushed it back. Reclis glanced up.

Not to your taste? Coffee. These events matter, Seraphel. Each one, from the drink to the discussions of pay between men and womenmatter. They will ripple out from Izril to the world, and I would be a fool not to listen.

Of course. Buthow exactly?

Reclis du Marquin had on a pair of spectacles. He took them off and used vision spells when he was on the throne. When he spoke, it was absently.

Statistically, women do not serve in Drake hierarchies on the same ranking as most male Drakes. The same can be said of [Knights] at times, and a [Lady] can lead a battle, but rarely. In my reign, I have encouraged the Thronebearers of Calanfer to induct more female applicants. In preparation for a scandal and revolution. Perhaps it will come in my time. Perhaps not. The fact of the matter is that Calanfer should be poised to lead by example as well as words. If the upheaval is great enough. I take my clues from large reforms like [Peasant] rebellions and Golem uprisings as well as the landed revolt that formed the Five Families. If an entire gender is up in armsCalanfer should come out the better.

Did he think that was likely? Or was this just a low-chance idea? Either way, it dovetailed with Reclis belief, and it was his mission: let Calanfer endure.

Seraphel was used to these conversations, and her father was used to talking. He waved his spectacles as he polished them, again, looking at the scrying orb.

Scrying orbs. They will have a profound impact on the world. We see it already, but I have devoted our [Bards] and [Mages] to perfecting what Wistram has begun.

Our own scrying network, Father? I hardly think that we can make one. It is beyond complex.

Seraphel was amused, but Reclis shook his head.

Not the system, Seraphel. How it is used. What people seeand how we present ourselves. ObserveQueen Yisame of Nerrhavias Fallen. Captured in an interview with Drassi, quite unfortunately. ObserveJecaina of Jecrass. Transformed her nation from a casualty of the King of Destructions war into a political powerhouse via her poise. However, I take an even longer view. The crownthis crown must be simultaneously within this view of the public and yet carefully make sure the public sees only what we want to show. Nothing live. Calanferians should not see the Eternal Throne, but the city? Yes. Scrying orbs must not overturn the mystique or dignity of monarchy.

He leaned on his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose, like a [Scholar] trying to unravel a secret. Or a puzzle-master attempting a difficult box of tricks. Seraphel looked at Reclis.

If we did look poorly on camera, Father?

He glanced up, serious. With all the passion in the world.

Then part of what makes a monarchy a monarchy unravels. Perhaps it endures, nevertheless. But monarchy should be stronger than whatever a scrying spell can unravel, Seraphel. A kingdom must be. So. If I found scrying orbs intolerable to the rule of [Kings], I would try to unite public opinion against them, at least in Terandria. Instead, I find them a worthy tool, but one that must be mastered before holding.

His eyes were firm, and unlike the authority he had on the throne, Seraphel believed him. Reclis du Marquin was a man who believed in ideas. And one idea he had devoted his life to. He went back to the orb, jotting notes down in a private journal.

The peasantry will be another issue. Nothing breeds jealousy like witnessing first-hand Khelts largesse. Nono, Khelts citizens are as rich as to be foreign. Other nations at their finestwe should temper any discontent with holidays, perhaps laws to uplift.

Why not do it anyways?

Reclis glanced up. Seraphel stared at Drassi, who was arguing with Noass.

What, Seraphel?

Why not announce the Thronebearers will have as many women as men or pass those laws for the peasants now, Father?

He smiled fondly at her, indulgently, and rose.

Ah, I can see why Ielane wanted me to speak with you. That is a fine question to ask here, Seraphel. Be cautious, from now on, when speaking of Calanfer. You are a war heroand your opinions have too much weight. Which is good! Ielane believes she might be able to use that, but make no promises on behalf of the throne.

Seraphel bit her tongue. Her newfound fame? Her parents approved of it, amazingly! And told her

What about the laws, Father?

He turned back to her sympathetically.

Ah, Seraphel. The answer is simple. We are not Khelt. Nor do I need to lower taxes or declaim a holiday to keep Calanfer running as it is.

If it would make them feel betterI was in Afiele in Noelictus, Father.

Yes, the siege. Ridiculous business from Ailendamus. And?

Seraphel saw him listening, but she wondered if he heard her. She tried to place her words carefully.

The people there were wonderful. Brave, courageous, kindhardworking. If they did not have to struggle as hard for taxesif the crown had given funds to the [Lord] therethe disaster might not have come about. Can Calanfer not do the same?

Reclis nodded sympathetically. He sat back in his chair, sipped the coffee, grimaced slightly, and replied.

Indeed we could. But if I were Noelictus kingI would look at the net results.

Net results?

Reclis stared at something unseen, like a man weighing the scales.

Cast aside the events at Ovela which had different circumstances. Afiele was a tragedybut the loss of life was localized. Levels were gained, and a single province nearly overrun by undead. It was horrific, and I wish you were not there. However. Is that commensurate with the idea of enacting a kingdom-wide reform? Even if I, as Noelictus [King], focused on a single province, I invite envy of other provinces. I believe I would find it unnecessary. Especially to the body that matters.

The peasants?

Reclis shook his head.

No. The kingdom. What serves the people or the nobility or even we, the royal family, the crown, does not always serve the kingdom, Seraphel. And the kingdom shouldmust endure. What matters is the kingdom. If serving the commonfolk serves the kingdom, then it should be done. As it stands? I dont believe we have the time nor the will to push for some kind ofSamal-like paradise. Let alone Kheltian. Ailendamus is still at war with the Dawn Concordat, and I have not forgotten it. Fortunately, the Order of Seasons is pressing them, they have multiple raiders on several fronts, and House Wellfar has sent their ships into the war.

He turned to Seraphel seriously.

I convened this invitation to unite sentiment against Ailendamus as well as pursue other goals, Seraphel. The Restful Threes presence is a huge chanceif confused by their own ambitions.

The young men and women. Why are they here?

Seraphel felt like a child again. Reclis was listening to her, explaining the thoughts of a [King] in far more expansive terms than Ielane would. And yetdid he hear her? Reclis drummed his fingers on the armrest of his throne.

Apparently, to look to the outside world which they seldom do. Those childrenI have promised them nothing, nor will I push hard for an alliance. One step at a time. The throne must not move dramatically.

Not even when we were nearly wiped out by Ailendamus? They were a hair from taking the capital!

Seraphels voice was snippish, and Reclis startled before smiling.

Ah, theres my sharp-tongued girl. Rest assured, I might be stoicIelane will not be. She is the sharp edge of the battleaxe and swings hardI am the haft. We will try to build a new wall to hold Ailendamus in check, Seraphel. Do not fear. Calanfer has failed to keep them at bayI do fail. The Eternal Kingdom does fail, and you are old enough to see how desperately weve played our cards, including you, to try and stop them.

He stood, as the scrying orb turned off, and put the coffee down as he walked to a window. Seraphel rose and followed him. Reclis turned his head as she hesitated.

Father. II dont wish to be married again.

She said it so hesitantly, with such a jolt through her heart. Reclis turned to herthen reached out and took her hands. Seraphel frozeand Reclis smiled sadly.

Neither do I, my daughter. But duty calls.

But

It might not happen. Ielane will calculateperhaps it will be a marriage of convenience. Or another role, like an ambassador to Noelictus. Yet Seraphel, we must do what we can for Calanfer. All of us.

He stared at her. He stared right through her and thought he was looking her in the eyes. Seraphels cheeks went red, and she raised her voice.

Is that why were an insect in the Kingdom of Glass and Glorys way? Is that why weI saw Marquin, Father! I thought I did! She was a hero of the Creler Wars, and look at us now! Why, if the kingdom is all that mattersis the kingdom so poor?

For answer, Reclis du Marquin stepped back, but not in shock or fear. He looked at Seraphel gravely, then sighed.

The answer issometimes we fail. My mother was the Queen of the Eternal Throne, Seraphel. A wise, canny woman, and she played against Ailendamus for her entire life as it expanded. She lost. She played very well, but Ailendamus is governed by a group as intelligent and resourceful as any I have seen. They smashed through barriers we wove out of promises and friendship with sheer force. The powers behind the throne enable their attempts at hegemonyHouse Shoel, to name but one. I wish we could uncover more, but all our [Spies] can only reach the Court of Masks, not whatever lies beyond.

Seraphel had never known that. She felt a twist in her stomach, but Reclis was still not hearing her. Seraphel took his hand, and he looked at her.

Why cant we do that, Father?

He laughed softly, taking both of hers and squeezing them.

Do what? Succeed? We try. Calanfer was a border nation when we were first established, Seraphel. The other kingdoms gave us blasted lands ruined by Crelers and thought we would be the first nation to be sacked if Terandria were invaded. It has come far, far since. But not far enough, I agree.

Nonot just that. Why cant we all aspire to be Queen Marquin? Lyonette left for Izril. Shes leveledmany times according to Ser Dalimont! Why not do that? Bebecome someone else and level? I could try. If not lead armies. Why dont you or Mother or the [Princes]? Lothen and

She fell silent. King Reclis du Marquin was giving Seraphel the blankest of all looks. When he responded, his tone was puzzled.

It is true that in adversity, we level, Seraphel. But for every [Prince] who reaches Level 30 before the age of 30, a thousand lie dead. It is the height of selfishness to abandon Calanfer like Lyonette did. If Marquin taught us one thing, it was that we should not fear sacrifice. I do not gamble with the fate of Calanfer. Would you?

Seraphel looked into his eyes and saw there was nothing more to say. Nothing more, but a hundred ghosts whispering in her ears. They had all been there, all stood and waited and found a decade passed, a lifetime of unhappiness. Seraphel opened her mouth, saw her father looking at her, and wilted.

It was the hardest thing in the world to do, and she had tried three times before. She had raged and run away, and she knew what had happened to Menisi, the 2nd Princess of Calanfer. Or had she done that to herself, to get away forever?

At last, Seraphel whispered.

Father. I would like to not be a [Princess] with such a heavy duty any longer. I have watched husbands and too many people die. I would like to choose my own path.

King Reclis absent gaze moved away from the scrying orb. He looked at Seraphel, his distant blue gaze like a faded dream sharpening to a point of understanding. At last, he saw her. The [King] blinked, looked Seraphel up and down, and hesitated. Then he nodded to himself. He reached out, took Seraphels hands, and tucked them together. Reclis met Seraphels gaze, well and truly, and replied.

I must forbid it, Seraphel.

He squeezed her hands once and let go. When he looked at her again

Now, he was watching her.

A [Princess] wept

Fleeing down the stairs

Running home without home

Realizing she had none to leave behind.

Teriarch, Poetry in Disguise, 23 A.F.

He had seen it a hundred thousand times. So it really didnt matter. It didnt bother him. Not one bit.

The irony, of course, was that the Dragon had thought this very thing before many times. At Wistram, as Eldavinbut he didnt remember that.

He had seen the same look on Seraphels face across every species and identity. Even his own face. But he had also known rulers like Reclis du Marquin.

So here was the irony for you. If you scorned Reclisremember this. Though neither father nor daughter would appreciate it, Reclis very approach to ruling, his morality and conscience that dictated how he led Calanfer?

It was much like Fetohep of Khelts. Only, the mirror that reflected the two varied the outcome between life and death, and the kingdom that had been bequeathed to Fetohep was far different than the Calanfer of now.

At any rate, the Dragon was busy inspecting the rest of the palace. He stalked through the halls, still fuming enough that he tripped up the Thronebearer striding after Seraphel.

That arrogant Wyrm. Teriarch had lingered long enough in Ailendamus to have a few more deeply unpleasant meetings. But hed done what he could, and he was on his way back home when it occurred to him that he really hadnt seen the Eternal Throne since hed helped give it away.

Hed been really unhappy about the donuts. Fortunately, he, at least, could cure his problems. And he was biding his time.

A Goblin in a suit of armor. Thats not going to cause a fuss. Nor will I.

This was known as irony. Also, lying. Teriarch rubbed his hands together. Then he finally found that damn [Thief].

There you are. His eyes narrowed as he saw someone slip out of a room. A very plainoh, not so plain. The Dragon raised his brows. She was doing a good job looking like a [Maid], but the Thronebearers were on high alert.

Doubtless, she had figured out when she had an opening and somehow bypassed Calanfers magical locks. She might have gotten away with it, despite the Thronebearers checking the servants and each other. Wonderfully subtle shoes with the tiniest compartment of holding. And she could probably remove it and hide it if she were searched.

Yes, she might have really stuffed one of Tourvecalls amulets into its hiding place if she hadnt tripped, gone sprawling, and the first Thronebearer that Teriarch had tripped up then spotted her.

Thief!

The [Knight] roared, and the young woman turned white. She had a commendable sprint, and Teriarch decided to let it go at that. If she got up to her tricks? Well, justice had been served. He pointed at her back.

[Crippling Indigestion].

The Dragon dusted off his claws, then decided to get back to prepping for his big moment. He had to time it carefully. There had to begravitas. Theming. And besides, not all the big players were there. The last of the Restful Threehe sighed, and his face soured.

He hated the Kingdom of Myth, Erribathe, more than most places in this world. More than Khelt or Germina. Or even Actelios Salash?

No, less than Actelios Salash. But there was a reason. Ah, it was like Calanfer itself. Teriarch sighed as he walked on.

Glory, faded. Memory and regret and

Visions. Ghosts. At least, the Dragon reflected, he wasnt the only one who had seen them.

Ser Markus and Meisa retired quickly after visiting the Eternal Throne. Which was astonishing to Talia, because she couldnt stop shaking with excitement. Rabbiteater embarrassing her or not, it had been a wondrous time.

Not least because of all the people she had met! The rare nobility from distant kingdoms were one thing, but even Talia had felt a bit star-struck when some of the nobles started introducing themselves.

[Duchess] Greina of Noelictus and [Key Princess] Telleis of Samal! Two of the most combat-ready of the Hundred Familys nobility. If Princess Ozena were here, that would be the three top-leveled bachelorettes in Terandria!

Mind you, some people had to be odd about it. Talia glanced sideways at Ser Lorell, one of the Summer Knights whod gone to fight against Belavierr at Riverfarm. A good man, if not a close friend of Rabbiteater or one who had taken as well to the revelation. Currently?

Mind your drool, Ser Lorell.

The man colored and gave Talia a reproachful look.

You may slander me at your peril, Talia. Or did I not catch you introducing yourself to Earl Altestiel? And remarking on the Lord of the Dance?

She turned red as well, and both of them represented the Summer in all itsfiery dignity.

It hardly hurts to introduce oneself, Lorell.

And I am allowed to dream, Talia. Even if a man such as myself would not be looked twice at with all the competition

Lorell went back to admiring the people emerging from the Eternal Throne. The [King] and [Queen] had already left, but the other first-time guests lingered. Even they looked impressed, and in turn, failed to realize they were stars akin to, well

Wil. Talia could not believe how many people had come up to her to tell her theyd seen his adventures at sea. Wil! The shy younger brother whod gone off to the Titans school had somehow surpassed her.

She was a mix of fond affection and exasperation with him. Although, he was a credit to the family. Enough so that she could smile as a [Lord] walked out of the Eternal Thrones chambers.

Why, Lord Corrost du Havrington. Good day, sir! I was entirely grief-stricken to hear the marriage between our families failed to go through. How is Lady Cassicel taking the news?

A [Lord] froze, and a man with a sharp, hawk-like face and glare like thunder sketched a bow to Talia.

Dame Talia. It was entirely regrettable that your father broke off the marriage. I am afraid I cannot comment on Havrington affairs.

He stormed off, and Lorell raised his brows.

What was that in aid of? You seldom snipe at anyone, Talia.

Entirely deserved, Lorell. Havrington are mongrels. We were going to marry and make peacebut it turns out they were trying to embarrass the entire family. My younger brother helped discover that, actually. We owe the Titan of Baleros a favor.

Which would have been worse?

Talia chuckled darkly.

Oh, having to smile at Havrington and invite them as family? Definitely the former. Oh, look. Theres your [Duchess]. Any signs of, er, Earl Altestiel? I was hoping I could invite him to a game of chess. I did play Wil a lot, you know.

Lorell peered with great interest at the Noelictus group. Who, as it turned out, were mingling with Samals Kingdom of Keys. In fact, the friendship revolved around the two young women.

Duchess Greina and Princess Telleis. Such an odd pair to see together. Well, both were famous, but Talia really didnt see what Lorell saw in Greina.

She was as short as Telleis was tall. Also, more heavysetit was rumored she had Dwarf blood in her immediate parentage, or perhaps it was simply her heritage. She did not appear like Telleis, who was what many [Ladies] aspired to. Tall, even lanky, and walking with the Kingdom of Keys distinctive type of sword with a key-like handle attached to the blade.

Nevertheless, the [Duchess] wasimpressive, Talia had to own. Talia was a [Summer Knight] and a consummate warrior. Noelictus [Duchess], by contrast?

From that dreary land of cloudy skies and [Hunters], not [Knights], had come Greina. And she was both star-struck by the Eternal Throne and starry-eyed.

Literally. Her pupils, accentuated by the black-and-white irises that flared in an unusual pattern, gave the starburst effect until you got closer and saw how they were an illusion. But she was doubly-striking because she had a nali-stick in one hand and was chewing on it while animatedly talking with Telleis.

Duchess Greina, an autograph? I am such a fan of your adventuring

Talia was so glad it wasnt Lorell who embarrassed himself but another young [Lord]. Charles du Trevalier, a [Lord] who she understood was supposed to be a [Mage] of Wistram, was hurrying forwards, eyes on Greina. Or perhaps her chest. He seemed to be having a hard time deciding which one he wanted to focus on. In reply, Duchess Greina turned away from Telleis as the [Princess] made a face.

The Gold-rank adventurer and [Duchess] wore mostly black, a kind of combat dress as she had scandalized the ballroom society by claiming. She had an infectious grin, no reserved smile like much of Noelictus people, nor did she keep her voice low.

And I, sir, am a bit busy to sign autographs even if I cared to. But dont let my harsh words deter you. Good day!

Then she winked mightily. Talia and Lorell stirred, because the huge wink, as she closed one eye in an exaggerated motion, was accompanied by a stir in the air.

Her aura slapped Charles so fast the [Lord] never saw it. Talia was amazed. She had never seen someone with Greinas control outside the Order of Seasons! A huge, grinning face in Greinas perfect image appeared behind her, intangible, rising through the Noelictus and Samal crowdand the wink of one eye slammed down on Charles face.

He stood there, completely floored and stunned as Greina walked past him. Only thirty seconds later did he look around and come back to himself.

Dead gods, she knocked him straight out for half a minute!

Yes.shes quite the storied person. A [Duchess] of wealth, acclaim, and a mastery of aura. Why do you fancy her on par with Princess Telleis?

The [Princess] of a literal paradise seemed to be the greatest catch if Talia were keeping score. Lorell looked slightly offended at the question.

The [Princess] isan inspiring figure, Dame Talia. But having met the Duchess Greina, I can assure youshe makes a fellow feel alive. I felt inspired to join her on a quest of errantry. Someone with that kind ofderring-do makes me believe in adventures.

Talia supposed it was an incomprehensible appeal to her. Speaking of whichshe saw Altestiel and then blinked.

Because he had come out of the Eternal Throne talking animatedly with no less thanRabbiteater? Unlike Meisa and Markus, he wasnt heading abed, and three other people were in the group, including no less than Princess Seraphel.

Now there is a sight. Yonder lies Ser Solstice. Should we weasel our own way in?

Lorell asked merrily, and before Talia could stop him, he was hailing Rabbiteater.

Ser Solstice! Not tired like Dame Meisa and Markus?

Nope. Theyre weak.

The Hobgoblin broke off from his group. Princess Seraphel smiled wanly as Talia introduced herself, and the touchy Kaazian [Lord] eyed their blades with interest, but the [Princess] looked somewhat subdued.

Nevertheless, Talia wasmixed about Rabbiteater. They hadnt really had a chance to talk after the entire war. Meisa had made it clear she held Talia in some contempt. As for Rabbit?

He was, as always, a mix of offensive honesty and strangeness. Ser Lorell chuckled as he tried not to mention Goblinsyou could practically see himself trying to hold the word in.

What, er, could have kept them up all night?

I kept Meisa up. About six hours. Oh, and at dawn for four hours.

Talia was treated to the Winebreath Blaster from none other than Earl Altestiel. The man hit the poor Hundredlord, Ser Lorell, and a Thronebearer actually threw himself between Seraphel and the spray.

Amazing. The Earl was laughing so hard that Corteses howl of outrage was lost for a moment.

That is it, Earl! I will have redress for my suit in blood!

Ser Solstice! That is quite untoward!

Lorell was trying to wipe himself off, and Rabbiteater grinned, knowing perfectly well what hed said. Menrise was laughing as hard as the Earl of Rains.

What? Markus got a workout too.

Dead gods, Ser Solstice, your mouth!

Talia snapped, so crimson she felt like she was generating a second Aura of Summer. She knew [Spring Knights] were notoriouslyeven so, to gossip about it!

Worst of all, Princess Seraphel and a lot of Thronebearers were there! And doubly worsethe Duchess Greina and Princess Telleis turned around at the laughter and commotion. And they headed right back.

Is that the redoubtable Ser Solstice of Izril? Quiet nights! I am Duchess Greina, and this is Princess Telleis. May we take a moment of your time, Ser?

Charles opened his mouth but couldnt find a way in as a group surrounded Rabbiteater. The [Princess] bowed and was surprisingly soft-spoken.

A key for every lock. Your Highness. What a gathering of faces. Is this Talia Kallinad? Forgive me, Dame Talia? I saw you at Daquin and your brother at sea.

It was Talias turn to be astonished as the [Princess] turned to her. To her mortification, she began to stutter.

No, Iit was hardly anything to beWil? He is doing quite well, thank you for asking.

Telleis had not. Duchess Greina smiled politely, and Rabbiteater came to Talias relief. He glanced at Greina and then Telleis.

Nice crossbow. Nice sword.

The two glanced at him, and Talia saw, for the first time, that Duchess Greina carried an absurdly large crossbow on her back. Practically a hand-ballista!

You notice, Ser Solstice? Then your reputation isnt for granted!

Uh. Its on your back.

Rabbiteater scratched his head, and Greina and Telleis laughed. Talia got what was meant. For two of the noble flowers of Terandria to bear weapons was scandalous, but the Goblin barely saw the difference.

Rabbiteater recognized their aptitude. And againthe [Princess] Telleis saw Altestiel fending off the enraged Hundredlord Cortese.

If there is a duel to be had, would you care to demonstrate your own abilities on the field, Ser Solstice? I confessI had hoped to duel some of those present. Even one of the Thousand Lances if I had but the nerve. I have had two honor-duels with Kaazs nobility, and those were pressing affairs.

At this, Cortese turned.

Ah, Princess Telleis! I heard youd left two of my kin disarmed, not bleeding. One a Silver-bell at that! I would be remiss if I did not offer you my blade and blood.

The [Princess] bowed, and Talia saw something on her wrist. It did not chime, but it was a silver bell.

A [Fencer]s mark. Greina responded to Cortese.

If you have an honor duel, count me out. It is simultaneously neither battle and yet bloodier than it must be for my tastes. But Ill happily let Ser Solstice school me in combat; I am no great blademaster, but I should be honored.

Sure.

Rabbiteater gave her a thumbs-up. Talia gasped in outrage, but the casual confidence was infectious. The Goblin peered at Telleis.

Youre pretty good with a sword?

Moderately, Ser Knight. Shall we find a dueling ground?

I as well! I wished to test myself against Ser Solsticecome, Altestiel. No backing out of it.

Oh dear. Wellif everyones going

Seraphel looked like she was as interested as Lady Menrise, who was delighted to see Rabbiteater fighting. And then the almost-remembered [Lord], Charles, tried to stride forwards.

I say! If we are talking about silver bells

One jangled noisily as he halted. Rabbiteater, Talia, Greina, Telleis, and all the others turned back. Charles stood, posing to show off the rapier and silver bell at his side. That bell had once belonged to Pisces Jealnet.

Not that anyone here could have known it. Charles waited for something, and the Princess of Samal coughed into one hand, looking as politely reserved as her people were. Rabbiteater was more direct. He peered at Charles feet, the way he held himself, and nodded.

Whered you get that? Give it back.

The [Lord] went white as Duchess Greina laughed, and he was still standing there minutes after they left. Then his rage knew no bounds, and Rabbiteater had made a great enemy!

Too bad Ser Solstice didnt even know his name.

On the dueling courts, Talia Kallinad had to admitRabbiteater was one of the better [Knights] around. Even before he had leveled up, he had been good.

The Redfang Goblins trained their warriors as well as, well, a [Knight]-Order. A ridiculous concept that Talia would never admit, even in her mind, but Rabbiteater had carried his training through countless battles. So the Goblin that arrived at the Order of Seasons keep had already been far past the level of Ser Markus and the Spring Knights.

Now? He was no Named-rank Adventurer. He was not Ser Greystens rival when the other used his full aura in battle or even a match for Earl Altestiels full range of Skills.

Indeed, the [Earl] had won against Hundredlord Cortese in a duel that had carried them into five dueling pits and only beaten the charging Hundredlord with a jet of water. Cortese had a longsword and dagger and, like a lion, stalked forwards in endless, rapid attacks.

Altestiel could conjure tidal waves. As matchups wenthe was [Knight Marshal of the Rains], Desonis great marshal of battle.

Rabbiteater stood one rung below Altestiel. He had bested the Dame of the Hills, yes, with a blessing, and yes, with her trying not to kill him. But he had also beaten Ailendamus [Generals] in combat.

He had leveled, had two aurasbut mostly? What the renowned Princess Telleis and Duchess Greina found was

He really didnt fight fair.

The Princess of Samal used a keyblade to fight in the old Samallian dueling style of fencing. It had different keystrokes and a school of lockswhich was their way of categorizing styles. It was an annoyingly technical school that focused on fast heel-turns and lightning redirects, attacking from angles.

She was better than some Silver-bell duelists, and that was a category even Gold-ranks fell into. Telleis was blessed with height, reach, and natural ability.

But she had, possibly, never in all her duels and exploits, had someone throw dirt in her face. Rabbiteater even did it sneakily. He was using a practice-sword, and she had a practice rapier as well, non-bloody. His shield-hand had over-extended to try and bash her rapier down. A bad moveuntil he dropped the shield and flicked dust up in her face.

[Automatic Parry]!

She deflected his thrust, and Rabbiteater blinked. She had combined the first Skill with a second one! [Disarming Parry] knocked the sword out of his hand. What a trick! He grinned, saw Telleis leap back, and jumped forwards and booted her as hard as he could in the stomach. When she recoiled, he punched her in the face.

The Goblin might have continuedalthough Telleis was swinging her sword in a defensive patternwhen Talia and Lorell grabbed him.

Ser Solstice! You cant offer bodily violence to

Lorell cried out until Duchess Greinas glare and aura nearly pulled him off the Goblin. Rabbiteater looked miffed.

Why not? Oh, right. Chivalry. You can look the other way? Dame Voost never gets hit when you duel her.

Even so, to strike barehanded is

A novel way of fighting. Unhand Ser Solstice, please? I fear Ive learned a valuable lesson about fighting.

Telleis held her stomach as a horrified servant raced over with a potion. She waved it aside, looking embarrassed. Rabbiteater picked up his sword and shook his head at Samals horrified crowd.

No wonder you got kicked. Tsk, tsk.

Altestiel was laughing his head off. He was easily amused. Seraphel was horrified, but she watched as Telleis ducked her head.

Few opponents have the gall to do that, Ser Solstice. AndI might addfew are as quick as you! I have dueled [Martial Artists].

The Goblin shrugged. He was using his Skills and feeling fired-up after bathing in the light of the Eternal Throne. Which reminded himhis smile grew wider under his helmet.

His new Skill.

Want to try again? This time, Ill be not-nice.

Magnolia used to come to Calanfer to sharpen her wits against the Eternal Throne. A number of Reinharts had, actually. As for what shed writtenwell, Cosoi had no idea why it mattered. But she was interested.

To Magnolia:

The Restful Three are all after your sulfur, my dear. At least, Kaaz is, and the other two are poking about. Thats most likely it. Inquire with your servants. Polite kisses,

Cosoi.

As for the reason sulfur was so easy to identify as a clue, well. If Cosoi had access to Magnolias own logic, she might have realized that a commonality between Earthers was that they were sort of stupid.

Stupid in the sense that not a lot knew how to make gunpowder, but everyone knew sulfur was part of it. And bat crap. Probably because theyd all heard variations on the same recipe. Whether it worked or not didnt matter.

They asked about oil, aluminum, and other common words. All you had to do was look for which nations were suddenly, passionately interested in importing such materials. The smart ones never made a sound and never gave you a clue something had changed.

Trade was one of the things the Restful Three were angling for. But subtly. And they were still guests of the Eternal Throne. Seraphel du Marquin was present for the luncheon, and her outing with her friends had been cut short.

But thenCortese, Menrise, and Altestiel had all begged off because they had to attend. Only Rabbiteater seemed bored by the lot. The politics reminded Seraphel they were still from different nations, and it made her sad.

Because their friendship was ending sooner than she thought. Already, her thoughts had turned maudlin. If Ielane could arrange it, there were worse things than being married to Cortese or Altestiel. Not that they were likely to accept. Altestiel would be a victory without question

It was arrogance she saw in the Restful Three. They really werent a match for Calanfers politics. They had a good show of power, but what they lacked was, well, what the Eternal Throne lived in.

Uncertainty. The Eternal Throne survived by playing diplomacy for real stakes. The Restful Three were powerful nations that, if not utopias, had the power to be the model for Terandrian kingdoms. They were why people said Terandria was so safe; their citizens benefited from the power of the kingdoms and lack of wars.

The southlands, exposed to the sea, were often under far more threat. But what was interesting about the Restful Three now was that, even if Seraphel didnt know of the Earthersshe could tell they were upset.

Something had rattled their complacency around and made them realize they might be the classic fish in a small pond. Ormaybe a big fish in this pond, but theyd just heard there was another pond that was close to them. And the fish there had guns.

So they had come to the table. But they were hardly going to stick out a hand to help the Dawn Concordat unless they had something they felt they could gain, even if Ailendamus were on the back foot. They would rather take pieces out of Ailendamus if they felt it were worth it.

No, Reclis and Ielane had to have a plan to force or coerce some aid from the other nations here. And Seraphel saw the plan ahead of time.

It was easy. All you had to do was look around. Like, for instance, while you were sneaking cream puffs out of the third kitchen for Aielef. And Ellet. Cultivating disobedience in her sister from an early age seemed like a worthwhile use of a cream puff.

The three [Princesses] nibbled on cream puffs under the disapproving gaze of Ellets Thronebearers. Seraphel didnt care how mad Ielane was. The sight of Ellets round gaze as she tried to make the cream puff last was so adorable. But shed also seen Ielanes trick.

Have you seen the cake theyre about to bring out, Aielef?

No, and I dearly hope you havent touched the cakes or the [Royal Baker] will behead you.

Aielef was serious. The cakes were being made with some unique powder and a recipe from Izril. Ielanes fury over pilfered desserts would turn into wrath and ruin if the cake for the lunch were interrupted.

Bah. Not at all. But guess what it is?

Aielef glanced up from the balcony where they were observing the rest of the banquet hall.

Ohjust tell me. Whats the plan?

Seraphel lifted a finger, and Ellets trusting head turned between her two big sisters, as if she were admiring their adult intelligence and foresight. It made Seraphel feel souncomfortable. And slightly fuzzy. So yes, maybe she was showing off.

It is a quite lovely cake. Of a certain landmass. Not at all buttocks-shaped. Only if you look very closely.

Aielefs stare was blank for a second, then she snorted.

Oh, Izril.

Oh!

Ellet clapped her hands and stifled a giggle with delight. Even she got it. Seraphel glanced out with a knowing look as a cake was brought out to much ceremony.

It took fifteen servants to bring the damn thing out. She suspected it had been made out of many parts that were then connected by the [Royal Baker] into one huge, frosted piece. It even had frosted High Passes and an artistic version of the new lands.

The new lands. Obvious, but sometimes you had to just throw it in peoples faces. Plus, the grandeur of such a rare and expensive dessert had all the guests on their feet, admiring the Magnolia-type monstrosity. Ellets eyes grew round as she imagined her slice of cake.

Seraphel, knowing perfectly well that she would not get any, just watched peoples reactions. Then she saw one of the servants carrying out the cake wobble as they stepped on some drool from one of Erribathes dogs.

Oh no. The foot slipped, and the grand cake was in danger of falling

Ielanes finger twitched, and the foot amazingly, improbably, stabilized. The guests gasped, then applauded as the servant caught the falling piece of cake.

[Elegant Save]. She can throw her Skill to any servant she wants, Ellet.

Mother did that?

The applause grew louder as a knife was presented and the cake was about to be sliced. But there was Father with his trick. He took the knife from the servantand the woman pretended to be surprised before bowing deeply.

I should like to show you all the magnificence of this new development in Izril. Ah, but then, I believe the honor of the first slice should go to Prince Iradoren, who has journeyed far to reach us. Your Highness, do you have a preference?

With a teasing smile, he held the knife, looking to Iradoren as to what cut he might prefer. Then, Reclis handed him the knife. And the [Prince]? Seraphel rolled her eyes.

Of course he took a piece of the new lands. And [Historians] wrote down this kind of thing as clever. It was pure ego and presentation. She didnt miss how Lord Etrogaer was handed the knifeand now Reclis was letting people serve themselves. The [Titanguard] took a chunk out of the new lands twice as large as Iradorens.

Seraphel?

Aielef broke in. The 4th Princess looked up at the 3rd, and Aielef watched the furor and murmurs rise in dismay.

Yes, Aielef?

Do you ever get the feeling that we are, in our own way, as straightforwards and predictable as Ser Solstice?

All the time, Aielef. All the time.

The luncheon was going to last until dinner. It was less a single banquet, more like an ongoing discussion with food.

Rabbiteater had no idea why it suddenly turned to the new lands of Izril. Suddenly, everyone was discussing attempts at colonies, the existing half-Elven and Drowned Folk cities, logistics, and an agreement.

Suddenly, the topic had come up, and it felt spontaneous. In that way, Rabbiteater was below even Ser Markus for points on politics. To be fair, he was distracted.

Mostly with trying to slowly squeeze his cake through slits in his visor. Meisa and Lady Menrise were watching the maneuver with silent horror. But then Rabbiteater heard and saw the Eternal Thrones real army enter the room.

Their [Diplomats] and Thronebearers. They were all on the same page, and even Lady Menrise began speaking to another woman.

The new lands? Yes, Tourvecall is interestedbut we hardly have an army to spare even if we intended to enter the land-grab. Touchy Drakes and trouble at sea. I heard a famous [Pirate] of some kind has been attacking ships. Even the half-Elves arent safe.

Of course, Lady Menrise. Calanfer is not immune to troubles at sea, and few nations have a standing armada. Not leastany convoy would either have to leave a more northern port, say Taimaguros, or travel to one of the southern kingdoms to make exit.

True

and that would mean paying tariffs or Taimaguros interfering or just the hassle of sending so many so far. You cant build a new city without [Crafters]. All the while, you may be dealing with magical misfortune, monsters, and, frankly, competitors.

Hundredlord Cortese and Altestiel were speaking to Duchess Greina, who had been talking Noelictus own royalty out of the maneuver. Yet one of the Princes, Lothen, spoke with a half-smile that didnt look quite real.

Indeed, Duchess. On the topic of competition, have we not seen enough bloodshed in Terandria?

The question was so poorly phrased and delivered as to make Ielane close one eye in a wince, but Lothen went on.

Calanfer has a proposition to render to however many countries are interested.

We will not enter your war with Ailendamusor Taimaguros, even if Kaaz has shed enough blood with them.

Hundredlord Cortese looked blatantly amused by the [Prince], but he was surprised by Lothens shake of the head.

Not at all, Hundredlord. Rather, this would be far simpler than a sworn contract. Given the countless nations and issues of each ruler signing a magical contract, say rather an agreement between gentlemen of the same species and culture.

And ladies?

Greina raised her brows, and Lothen bowed.

Absolutely, from the Sleeping Queen to any other, Duchess. A simple agreementnot to make war on another Terandrian kingdom. To, perhaps, form a unified front and common entry point. So, perhaps, if Tourvecall wanted for laborers

Aha.

Altestiel muttered. He glanced around, gave Queen Ielane a slight bow, and went back to listening. Not necessarily in appreciation, but he got it.

Every nation present would agree to a ceasefire. In the interests of avoiding needless further bloodshed.

The [Diplomat of Envy], Corek, was relaying this to Ailendamus in real-time. The Kingdom of Glass and Glory was moving to interject and stop this if it couldor at least, insert itself into this agreement.

But therein lay the problem. Every nation invited was, carefully, not at war with any of the others. They might have historical rifts, but even Taimaguros was there. And a venture overseas that could be so appealing?

New land. It was like an aphrodisiac, sweeter than cake and more tantalizing than toilet paper in a bathroom stall of agony. If they agreed toeven temporarilya unified front abroadwere you going to jeopardize it at home?

Not for a bit. And if Taimaguros agreedAilendamus stood alone, now watching every side. Of course it could just stop fighting.

The only cost was getting everyone on board with the idea. The only cost was the new lands that Gnolls had raised for Gnolls.

But the Humans werent really considering that. Some were already visibly excited like Etrogaer and Cortese. As for the others, they were taking the temperature of the assembly and wondering quite frankly if they could afford to miss this opportunity. So if you were Altestiel, of course you bowed to Calanfers politics. You had to admire the play even if you hated the game.

The irony of it was that Reclis was entirely cynical about this affair. Seraphel just knew it. Her father was not a man who prized land except in how it mattered. She just bet that he didnt care if this worked. He did not necessarily dream of Calanfer gaining a colony. Perhaps he factored it into the equation, but he might not even care if they got nothing more than this agreement.

Because this was what mattered. She wondered how much Calanfer was going to send to the new world. How many Thronebearers, experienced in how you held a teacup to check for poison, were going to try and settle land no one had explored?

Whatever the case, she was sure it would be far less than the benefits to Calanfer. And that was good politics. At least, as Reclis saw it.

It was also going to work. Probably. Etrogaer had all but committed, and once you got one voice saying that Golaen was definitely on board, you got more. By the time the banquet was in swing, Calanfer had brought out the good wine, and they were toasting and giving speeches about glory.

Ere the last of Giants walked across the sea, they stood by Golaens men/the horrors of the Children and the Adults thrown back and back time now and again!

A [Bard] was singing a song of how, in ages past, Golaens mighty warriors had held the line against another threat. They were reciting, very plainly, each nations history of military might. Why not go to Izril and prove it? Which nation could stand against Kaazs Golden Bells?

Or their Thousand Lances?

The famous [Knight] from the Thousand Lances, a former Named-rank Adventurer, had arrived late, like Prince Iradoren. He was currently speaking to the Kaazian nobility, perhaps the voice of reason as they argued passionately. He would represent Kaazs crown and the Thousand Lances itselfbut he was not immune to the plays.

Soon, someone was going to challenge him to a duel. And it might just be Rabbiteater. Or Ser Greysten. Or Dame Voost or half a dozen others. It was not every day you got to see the best [Knight] Order in the world. And everyone liked to challenge that idea.

Now, Seraphel understood why the Order of Seasons was here, as well as so many warriors. Erribathes folk were looking to their [Prince], who seemed patently interested, although he was harder to read.

Might and glory and nostalgia. Humanity in its multitudes, looking southwards. A single Goblin, hearing everyone talk of his home and the new part of it with eagerness. What Rabbiteater thought was impossible to tell behind his helmet, but even had he the purest inclination to stop this, he wouldnt have made a dent in the combined ego.

Dead gods, it might have been a match for Jecaina, Raelt, Flos, and Fetoheps combined egos. Here it was, and the [Princess]s head lowered minute by minute as the banquet dragged on. She did not care.

It was now. Now, in this moment, that the timing was right.

Now.

You didnt act when everything was reaching the zenith. It was when all the players were present that you made your biggest move.

So if you were waitingnow was when you arrived.

Think of the stories. If you knew storiesthis was how it went. A great conflagration of noble folk, knights, all gathered together.

Then, out of nowhere, came the interloper. The foreigner. The challenger, who pushed open the double doors and set everything to chaos.

Of courseit was one thing to see that or read in storybooks, quite another to set it up.

For instance, when you pushed open the doors to the banquet hall, you really had to askwhat about the guards? They were going to stop you at the gates, and you couldnt just walk in unless you had a really old-fashioned castle. You had to know when the moment was right, and if a servant came in right after you had made your grand entrance and announced the 5th course, well, you were done.

That was why you had a team. A team, possibly even a plant or two in the staff. Hell, you bought off a Thronebearer, and you had a bunch of plans and the willingness to wing it. Then, if you were the best in the world, you might actually burglarize even the Eternal Throne and their guests and get away with it.

The [Thief] was an interesting character. Not many people had even seen her. She went from disguise to disguise, evading even the Thronebearers and spies of Calanfer. Which was amazing, because it was hard to disguiseher.

Not her features, maybe. Brownish skin was not the most uncommon, especially with so many guests. She had a clever face, sharp eyes, but acting went a long way, and the highlights of azure in her hair were easily fixed with dye. Wigs existed.

But the artificial leg was a trick. It was some kind of glassy sandstone, possibly a type of crystal, yet it moved and acted like the real thing. She managed to hide it with long trousers and shoes, but it was still notable.

Anyways, she was about to go for it. And by it, that meant her big entrance. Which was to head in as a serving girl, and, while waiting the tables, snatch the Prince of Erribathes crown straight off his head.

Also, the Goblin Slayers helmet. If she could wing it, the Summer Champions blades and a number of other valuable items shed hand-picked. The Thronebearers at the doors were checking the servants, but there was a queue and they were slipping up. Some of the Thronebearers were investigating a lot of their number who had fallen foul of the laxatives.

Yes, the entire moment was ripe for a [Thief]. A suitable moment, and if the young woman had made any mistake as she held a serving platter at the ready, it was this:

She thought of herself like the principal actor of the scene. Everyone did. But sometimes

Someone had the exact same idea as you.

The first sign that something was up was the shouts of surprise at the gates. But they were done with so fast that the Thronebearers hesitated before one reached for a speaking stone. However, they too realized something was up when someone began striding down the corridor.

Banquet hall. Someones coming

A Thronebearer turned as the servants froze, and a figure walked down the hallway. A cold wind blew, and the [Thief] shivered.

What thewas that snow?

Actual snow? Yes, it was coming down the hallway, and it heralded a single figure walking forwards, fur-lined armor as ancient as the name.

The Winters Watcher. The Order of Seasons champion of Winter had come, and frozen Thronebearers were trying to block eight [Knights of Winter] who were helping set up their big moment.

The [Thief] did not like this one bit. However, she was already shrinking against a wall, plotting how to use this. The Thronebearers were talking with Queen Ielane, but they were striding forwards to stop the Winters Watcher. They drew swords, and the Winters Watcher was fast.

Hesheput a hand on their sword as four Thronebearers advanced and drew their blade so quick

The first Thronebearer collapsed, eyes rolling up in her head. She fell to the floor, and even one of the Winter Knights murmured softly.

A blow faster than mine eyes can see?

No.

Another looked around. Then the helmeted figure fell forwards, and one of Winters sons hit the ground. The other seven reacted in moments. They spread out, and half of them were asleep before they hit the ground.

The Winters Watcher and the [Thief] both paused, staring at the slumbering people. Servants, Thronebearers, [Winter Knights]. The Winters Watcher spunand their sword pointed at a third figure.

He halted in place. Teriarch, Lord of Flames, in disguise, obviously, stared at the only two people his spell hadnt worked on.

Hm? Arent you the Winters Watcher? And that [Thief]. What are you doing?

He pointed, and unconscious bodies began sliding to one side. He raised two claws, formed a square, checked behind him, and opened a window with a sigh.

Setup. Then he spun back and frowned as the Winters Watcher stared at him.

Wait a second. Were you about to enter that banquet hall?

Slowly, the helmeted figure nodded. The [Thief] was frozen in place, debating running for it, hitting the alarm trigger for her team in her pocket. The Dragon stared at the [Knight].

Whyou cant do that. Are you, perchance, invoking the legend of the Green Knight? Or some such? I didnt even think they told that story here.

What story? The Winters Watcher folded their arms. It wasnt like there was just one tale of the last-minute visitor. Teriarch frowned. He glanced at the [Thief].

We cant have this. This is my momentclear out.

The Winters Watcher and the [Thief] stared at the Dragon as he made vague shooing motions. He certainly looked the part, butego was a terrible thing.

The three stood outside the banquet hall, while the guests, oblivious to the standoff just outside, toasted each other and ate. Perhaps only the [Queen] realized something was wrong, but even if she was trying to fix the issuepeople who just fell unconscious when they entered the [Field of Deepest Slumber] werent going to solve the problem anytime soon.

The real green knight, Rabbiteater, was oblivious to all of this as well. Behind the closed doors, Teriarch was arguing in loud whispers with the Winters Watcher.

How about this? You can do tomorrow. Ill do today. This is entirely fair. Why? Because I am giving you this moment to walk away, and Ill say nothing more about it. Or you can enter, sit down, and watch, then have your moment. Listen to me. Just because your helmet is blocking a Tier 5 spell, you and I are not on the same quote-unquote level. Im busy calculating a trajectory. But I will happily spare a moment foroh, what now?

He turned with the Winters Watcher, and the fourth person strode down the hallway. A figure in a masked visor, not unlike Teriarchalthough he had a more open helmand the Winters Watcher.

Someone had really gone for the Green Knight aesthetic here. Vines twisted up the legs of the armored figurea minor green spell, and they had a cape of flowers. Their voice boomed beneath a helmet as they raised a single, plain sword.

I am the Peoples Knight. You, who feast here, face me first.

He had made his way into the palace from another route. And the fifteen Thronebearers hed left behind him were a testament to his abilities. Each one felled with a single strike.

He was fairly confidentright up until he saw the Winters Watcher. Then he hesitated.

Ah.

Go. Away.

Teriarch growled at him and then did a double-take.

Peoples Knight? What kind of a stupid name is that? Why are you invoking the Green Knight? Thats my tale.

He cupped one claw to his earhole and frowned. The Dragon could distinctly hear a female voice asking what was going on. The Peoples Knight took a moment to mutter in his helmet.

Carasomethings gone amiss.

Four people, each with a grand entrance in mind, stood there in a classic standoff. Teriarch swished his fake and real tail in vexation as he looked around.

Then the [Thief] ran for it. The [Servant] leapt away from the door to the banquet hall, and all three [Knights] moved.

The two fake ones, Teriarch and the Peoples Knight, as well as the Winters Watcher, all drew a sword. The [Thief] froze

A sword was at her neck. The Peoples Knight actually moved it as she came to a standstill, so close it kissed her throat. The Winters Watcher had a blade against the back of the fake leg, and Teriarch had stepped to one side and idly pointed his sword at the [Thief]s chest.

All four stopped, then. The [Thief] because if she so much as sneezed, she was the next course. But Teriarch was glancing sideways, brows raised, and the Winters Watcher was turning their head left and right.

Because the way each one had moved!

Teriarch was no [Knight]. Not in class, but he had dabbled in the art of swinging sticks about. Dabbled, lost interest, forgottenhe had had a few acclaimed matches. So perhaps he had some grace.

Just a touch. The Winters Watcher was one of the great [Knights] of their era. They had fought alone on many battlefields. With Skills, they had eclipsed Teriarchs draw, if not the pure form of his movements.

But the Peoples Knight? He had drawn his sword and placed it at the [Thief]s throat before the other two had even cleared their sheaths. The move had no wasted space. It was beautiful, quicksilver, and the Winters Watcher and Teriarch saw it. The Dragon turned his head, and his teeth bared in a pointed smile.

Well now. That was fascinating. Are you a friend of thisSinger?

The Winters Watchers helm turned to him. The Peoples Knight frozeTeriarch had a hold of their communication spell? The [Thief] was frozen, but she was fast enough in her own way.

She saw the blade leave her throat and slash. Teriarchor, rather, the strange [Knight]deflected the blade.

But it almost reached his chest. The Dragon wearing a mortals body stepped back and waited, but the second stroke never came. The Peoples Knight looked astonished, even masked by the helm.

No one has ever done that. Not when I was rested.

He blurted out in less ringing tones than before. Teriarch glanced at the way the other [Knight] stood.

Indeed not? It doesnt surprise me. But meeting a true swordmaster in this age is something. Do you not have a followup?

The Peoples Knight hesitated and ducked his head.

No.

Teriarch patted him on the shoulder.

You may wish to spend a few decades working on it. That was a [Blademaster]s draw, though. Pure artistry. Unfortunately

He grinned, and his slitted eyes flashed. Crimson scales twisted as he adjusted his neck, and dark black spines flexed across his neck and the unique armor built for this species. The Drakes eyes flashed, and the Peoples Knight backed up.

I have seen it before. This is not your moment. Agreed?

Agreed. Agreed.

The Peoples Knight had decided this was not their moment to make a grand entrance. Teriarch saw them back off and called out.

You would have lost to some of the people within. Anyone wearing armor so fine you couldnt kill them in a stroke. Although, if it were humiliationwell, well. Thats one sensible fellow. And you?

He turned his gaze to the Winters Watcher. The figure hesitated. Ancient, frozen gauntlets tightened on the frozen blade. Teriarch eyed the figure idly.

Believe me, young lady. You dont know who I am. Would it be that hard to sit down? Because I will use you as an object lesson.

The Winters Watcher froze, in a literal sense, and the [Thief] tensed. At last, she spoke. She knew it was a risk, but a desperate, defiant grin graced the [Thief]s lips. She raised her hands.

Heyhey. Did one of the other contenders hire you? I know its a contest, but this feels like cheating. Dont make me hurt you.

She tensed, despite the sword at her leg. Then the Winters Watcher was stepping back, raising her blade on guard. Two of them faced Teriarch, realizing that was their only option. So that Drake opened his mouth wide, and his teeth glinted.

I suppose it would be. Silly me. Ive forgotten how it felt to be young and prideful. Lets jog a few memories, shall we?

The banquet hall was calming down as [Titanguard] Etrogaer leapt to his feet, demanding attention for another speech. Rabbiteater was just about to hurl a piece of bread at him, and Ser Greysten was getting up to challenge the Thousand Lances representative, Ser Gorethem.

Princess Seraphel was waiting for the final proclamation from Reclis that they had an agreement, whereupon she was going to get stinking drunk and embarrass the crown. Petty payback.

Lady Menrise was staring at a donut and wondering if she should take another chance. This one was from, funnily enough, Erribathe. And this one had sprinkles.

Then the doors to the banquet hall opened. Or ratherthey were thrown open. A figure appeared in the doorway as everyone whirled.

Winter blew in. A blizzard like no other, provoking screams and cries of astonishment. But people probably assumed it was the Eternal Throne showing off something new. Only Queen Ielanes frozen face revealed to Seraphel it was not. She kept still, though. Sometimes, the disaster was staring you in the face and all you could do was smile at the falling axe with dignity.

Ser Greysten turned with a grin of expectation on his face. Right up until he saw not the Winters Watcher in the doorway, but a stranger. Thenhe heard the crash and the sound, the terrible screech of metal on metal. And with the influx of wind and snow came the Winters Watcher.

On her front. The figure threw her through the banquet hall like a frozen cannonball. With such force that the Winters Watcher crashed past the high table, leaving a trail of sparks drifting down through the air.

Mouths were already open in astonishment, and Earl Altestiel was on his feet, drawing his sword. He didnt need to guess something had gone wrong.

Where were the Thronebearers? He looked for Rabbiteater, and the [Knight] was getting up with others who sensed an issue, but the figure bellowed.

HAIL.

One word blew through the room, and Duchess Greinas aura winked out with all the others. Like a physical storm, wind blew, and pastries and candles went out. The figure stood, backlit by only the light from outside. Even the fireplace had gone still, and it was hard to see at first who it was.

Then someone else ran into the banquet hall, fleeing the mysterious intruder. A young woman, her dress torn, a flashing, crystal leg pumping as she ran for the balcony where Seraphel, Aielef, and Ellet sat. At this, the Thronebearers who were present, including Vensha, rose.

The [Thief]! Catch her!

They leapt for the young woman, and Rabbiteater threw a plate like a discus. Etrogaer reached out, and his hand closed and gravity shifted, dragging everything around into a grip. Faced with Thronebearers and guests using their Skills, the [Thief]s eyes opened wide.

And her leg exploded into lightning. Rabbiteater barely saw her move. She blasted past him, up a wall, and across the wall. She was so fast gravity only caught up when she slowedwith Iradorens half-Elf consorts circlet in one hand.

Erribathe, to arms!

Iradoren leapt up. A cry went up from the guests who knew their history. It was none other than Lady Menrise herself who pointed and shouted.

The Lightning Thief! His Skill!

Who?

Rabbiteater looked at the thief, who had stopped on a table, standing over the [Princesses] being shielded by their Thronebearers. The most famous [Thief], hero of the world-renowned book serieswas not someone who Rabbiteater had ever read about.

But even Seraphel gasped, eyes wide, as the young woman turned. Yet Altestiel calmly spoke, eyes on her.

That is not the Lightning Thief. Hes dead.

He is?

Several fans of the series were horrified. Which was sort of besides the point, but the young woman turned. Her eyes flashed, and she pointed at Altestiel.

Hes not. The great game beginsnow.

Then she leapt off the balcony, followed by half a dozen spells and even two Thronebearers.

Rabbiteater had no idea what was going on. But he turned, because while that was all very interesting and whatnot

His back was exposed to the intruder. And if the [Thief] could make his skin crawl interestingly, this person was making Rabbiteaters [Dangersense] ring louder than Greydath of Blades had.

He had waited for the [Thief] to have her moment. Once shed taken the limelight, he acceded with some grace.

After allyou had to admire initiative like that. And it was a good warmup to his act. The balcony doors swung shut as the [Princesses] hurried away from the pursuit of the [Thief].

The room was dark, fires blown out by the Winters Watchers entrance. Nowseveral began to flicker back to life of their own accord.

The light from the hallway beyond illuminated the figure once more. Voices rose in confusion, for a knight stood in the doorway.

But not a knight that you would expect. No Human stood in the doorway, garbed in ancient armor that shone like bright brass and gold, but another figure.

A Drake. His scales were perfect crimson and his eyes heliotrope and cerulean. Black neck spines stood out from his armor, perfectly tailored to accommodate him.

Drake armor. Those here had never seen armor meant for a Drake to wear like a [Knight]. It didnt look the same. Even the way the figure stood, back slightly hunched, was different than the erect posture of a Human [Knight]. His head was slightly lowered, not chin raised, and his smile was full of teeth.

That was how he looked. His presence was far more than that. The Drake [Knight] stood there, looking at them all.

Each nation, each diplomat and noble or royal figure. With knowing eyes. With a gaze that burned like fire. A distant ember, reigniting itself. After allhe was the center of attention.

Someone had to break the silence. It was Prince Iradoren, rising from his seat. The [Prince of Men] called out in a level, wary tone.

Who are you, stranger? Why do you disturb the Eternal Throne and this company of Terandrias Hundred Families? You were neither invited nor wanted.

In reply, the Drake chuckled. His voice boomed, loud despite his calm tone. It filled the room as he stepped forwards, and Rabbiteater felt a nervous sweat on his brow. He looked for Meisa, Seraphel, and the others and saw Altestiel wavering. They should have been spreading out, but something was almost literally holding them in place.

Invited? Wanted? Hail, son of Erribathe. Firstblooded, proof of pact between half-Elf and man. Hail to the Hundred Heroes and Erribathe the Peacemaker, who drove a hundred feuding blades into stone and settled the Kingdom of Myth as a bridge between countless peoples. You remember customs more than most. So why do you embarrass your history so? I have always had a seat at your tables. My invitation is older than your royal line.

Another step, and he was into the room. Iradoren wavered, and it was uncertainty that flashed across a dozen faces, but some people were poor listeners.

Lord Etrogaer drew a hammer that could have flattened a pigs entire skull in a single blow. He had the strength of Giants in his class. With effort, he approached the figure.

Name yourself, Drake, or leave. This is Terandrias soil. Which Walled City sent you?

For answer, the stranger stopped and looked up at the eight-foot tall man. Even his neck spines didnt reach Etrogaers chin, but the [Titanguard] felt uneasy looking down at the Drake. He glanced up and feltas though he was being looked down upon in turn.

No Walled City can command me. I have come before those gathered here to speak. To speak of the revelations of last month and the future. Stand aside, little son of the tall. You forget your place. When you were a dream of your first forefathers, they entreated the kindly Giants for safety and aid. Golaen has forgotten the vows it swore. Even so. The kindness of Giants is in your blood and bones. I would not want to hurt you.

And I will throw you out far less gently.

Etrogaers face flushed pure red. He reached down, and the Drake caught his wrist. His clawed hand could not even encircle Etrogaers wristbut the [Titanguard] froze. He strained, and Rabbiteater saw his muscled arm bulge. Then Lord Etrogaer whispered.

[Gravitas of the Monuments].

The air twisted around him, and every loose object in ten feet went scattering in every direction. A fork threw itself with such force that it embedded itself in the arm that Dame Vensha threw out. Seraphel stared at the fork stabbed into the armor and swallowed hard.

And not once did the Drakes arm move. Etrogaer lifted the hammer, and the Drake looked up. The [Titanguard]s pouring brow was a mask of uncertainty. He frozeand the Drake let him go.

Ah. Now that brings me back.

As Etrogaer stumbled backwards, the scaled head turned. Left, right, and he smiled once more. Fondly.

Here stands a knight who names himself not. He comes before a great banquet of mighty warriors on an auspicious day and lays a challenge before all and sundry. Strike me. Strike me, and I shall answer your blow with mine. Let the victor be the one last to fall. In front of Terandrias children, have any the courage to take up this old challenge?

He looked right and left, and Rabbiteater felt a hand on his shoulder.

Rabbit. Dont

The Goblin turned his head. He looked at Dame Meisas worried face and whispered back.

Do I look stupid? I dont stick my head in a trap.

And it was a trap. Everyone knew this kind of story. Oh yes. Even if they didnt know the exact parablewho wanted to trade blows with someone who had just held Etrogaers hand like an adult held a child?

Even so. A single figure didnt flinch when the Drake looked his way.

The Thousand Lances great [Knight], Ser Gorethem, a former Named Adventurer, could not run even if he wanted to. The man had a mane of hair almost as impressive as a lions, and it was impossible to read his face as he slowly rose and put on his helmet.

You have the better of me, stranger. In the name of the Thousand Lances of Kaaz, you must know I cannot decline a challenge made before Terandrias royal bloodlines. How shall it be done?

The Drake paced forwards another few steps. Then he spread his arms. He had a single, plain sword at his side. Ser Gorethem had a wicked greatsword strapped to his back.

By blade or spell or even teeth or claw, strike me. Then I shall return the favor if I am still standing. Tell you what. I shall give you three blows for one of mine.

The sheer arrogance of the statement enraged some of the watchers out of their silence.

Ser Gorethem, do not hold back on account of our sensibilities. Strike this interloper, and if they play any tricks, let us have done with this.

Hundredlord Cortese shouted, accompanied by a dozen of Kaazs voices and some of Taimaguros and Avels.

Even soGorethem hesitated. Because he didnt know his opponent. Whatever he expectedkilling a Drake might be entirely possible. Or maybe it was a trick. He turned.

Summers Champion. Offer me your blade, I pray.

Instantly, Greysten drew his smaller axe on his right side and handed it over. The Drake watched with an air of resigned patience.

Are you called a great warrior of men, Ser Gorethem? If you are of the Thousand Lances, you should be.

The old man tested the blade in the air and faced the Drake with an air of resignation.

I was known as a Named-rank Adventurer. Gorethem Krakenblood. I drove one back from Cenidaus shores in my youth. Will you not relent?

The Drakes only reply was a low laugh.

No. Strike hard and waste your first blow. There is an order to folly, after all.

The [Knight] hesitatedbut then he drew the axe back. Everyone waited and watched as he judged his blow.

The first one was indeed kind. He swung for the Drakes shoulder, which was relaxed as the patient intruder waited.

Not lightly. Not a wasted blow in Rabbiteaters eyes. Gorethem had already used a Skill, and so the blow was so quick that Seraphel blinked and the crash and flash of magical light as blade met armor was still crackling through the dim banquet hall, deafening and blinding all for a moment.

Yet the Drake just stood there, dusting off his shoulder with a claw.

Next?

Your sword, Ser Gorethem.

Greysten offered. But the Named-rank Adventurer was still unwilling to draw it. He set himself again, glanced at the Drake, and, more sure he wouldnt cut his opponent in twain, spoke.

[Blade Art: Twin Curves of the Moon].

This time, Rabbiteater saw a crescent draw itself out of the air and an exact duplicate swung the other way. This timehe thought that if he had been struck like that, he would have broken bones and the blade might have cut through his armor and flesh and bone.

The impact was like thunder, and Rabbiteater squinted through it. Ser Gorethem staggeredand the Summers Champions axe skidded across the floor until the Winters Watcher stopped it with one foot.

The Drake was standing there. His mismatched eyes were glowing with impatience, and Ser Gorethem backed up. A voice came from the Winters Watchers helmet.

Muffled, almost guttural. Neither immediately male nor female.

Draw your sword, knight.

Gorethem looked at the Winters Watcher, then slowly drew his greatsword. It was ivory. And Rabbiteater realized the stories about Gorethem were probably great.

Because he carried a Krakens tooth or clawcarved into a greatsword. The air even smelled like salt and blood, and when he held it with both his hands, Rabbiteater muttered.

Whoa. Whoa

He steadied Meisathen both backed up as Rabbiteater ducked. A raging wave had engulfed the length of the greatsword. When held behind Gorethem, it was threatening to tap Rabbiteater on the helmet. And he stood fourteen feet behind the man.

Better, stranger?

For answer, the Drake spread his arms.

Do you know how this story always ends, Ser Gorethem? Why do we repeat such stories? Why did you?

The [Knight] paused as he raised his blade.

I will not swing lightly.

He refused to answer the question. So the Drake did for him as the blade drew back and Rabbiteater decided to stand behind Ser Greysten. Just in case.

We tell these stories because we want to see them undone. Or see if they were true. Every villain meets their end. Every [Prince] rides off into a sunset. Then they forget. Again and again. Whenever I stand here, you say, you thinkit cannot be true.

The sword drew back. Ser Gorethem hesitated one last time. But the Dragon just looked at him, and the trembling blade steadied. Then the Thousand Lances [Knight] swung his greatsword down with a howl.

[Sword Art: The Kraken Bleeds].

The banquet hall quaked. Rabbiteater felt an explosion of mist and rain strike him like a slap to his face. He held his ground, tensing, as people ducked and the remnants of two tables went crashing into the far wall.

It was like a tidal wave striking a beach. When Rabbiteater saw the water stop falling, he expected to see a dead Drake. If you knew the story, like the Earthers, they expected to see a headless figure, kept alive by mysterious magic, vowing to return the blow in a months time.

What they saw wasa Drake. His scales were wet. His eyes were looking down at the greatsword, trembling, the edge of that krakenbone blade resting against his armguard.

It was unscratched. He looked up and with a delicate claw, pushed the greatsword down. Then his eyes began to glow.

In another time, boy, I would have been cut. Sometimes. The story is the lesson.

Ser Gorethems arms were shaking from the backlash. He stepped back, and someoneCortesemade a strangled sound.

No one spoke as Ser Gorethem, panting, lowered his greatsword. He just dropped it. Then he stood as the Drake paced around him. This time, he faced Ser Gorethem so his back was to the audience in the banquet hall. Angling, as if choosing the exact spot.

Strike your worst, stranger. I have taken your challenge, and I will not flinch.

Gorethem looked pained, like a man facingwhat? Perhaps he did hope this was a game, a story from out of legend now.

In reply, the Drake neither took out a sword nor spoke. He held up two claws, made a square, stepped just a hair left, and then nodded. He reached outand poked the man in the chest with a claw.

Dink.

Silence. Then, someone began laughing. Ser Markus laughed as the Drake stood back. Everyones head turned his way, and then a chuckle rose uncertainly. But the Drake just sighed. Ser Gorethem stared at him.

That was surely not your blow, stranger.

The Drake raised a brow. He looked at Markus pointedly, and the man fell silent. The Drake snapped his claws.

Of course not. [Body of Diamond]. That was for you.

For?

The Drake drew back a claw and made a fist. Rabbiteater saw the windup, lazy, like the swing, but it came faster and faster, and when it hit

He didnt think it was the Drake who hit Ser Gorethem. There was the briefest of moments between the impact and the fist appearing to strike the chest. Almost like that was an illusion.

But Rabbiteater really didnt think on that for a while. Because he was trying to find Ser Gorethem. He tottered forwards on unsteady legs, his ears ringing. The rest of the banquet hall was silent or picking themselves up. But Rabbiteater?

He walked out of the corridor, following the hole in the banquet doors that had swung shut behind the Drake. The enchanted wood was smashed inwards, and one hung ajar. Rabbiteater saw the unconscious servants and [Knights], neatly piled up away from the trail of

Destruction. Smashed stone. And stillthe Goblin started running

He didnt see a sign of

Rabbiteater came to an open window. Well, an open section of the corridor. Bits of stone were falling out the hole in the walls. He stared out the window.

There was an almost perfect shot to the Skybridge, he realized. And down the main street of Calanfers city. If you went through this wall. And that building. And that ground floor.

Amazingly, all of them had been evacuated. Almost like someone had calculated the exact path a bouncing body would go flying. Rabbiteater stared across Calanfer.

The street was torn up, shredded in a line, even the magical tiles scattered against the neat [Walls of Stone] that had been placed like an exit ramp on either side to stop the debris from shredding houses or hitting pedestrians. Rabbiteater ran down the street. Halfway to the gates of the city, he found a [Knight].

Wellhis armor was ruined. It looked like someone had ground the entire set of Ser Gorethems armor against a whetstone for hours. There was a huge dent in his chest, but the man was breathing.

Rabbiteater made sure of that. The Thousand Lances [Knight] stared at the sky and made not a sound even when Rabbiteater waved in his face and snapped his fingers in front of Gorethems helmet a few times.

He left the man there, surrounded by speechless citizens. They stared back the way Rabbiteater ran towards the Eternal Throne and the trail of destruction left in Gorethems wake.

When he got back to the banquet hall, the fires were relit. Thronebearers, servants, and soldiers stared through the broken doors, and a single figure stood in the room as the grand fireplace relit itself.

Perhaps no one had spoken in the entire time Rabbiteater was gone. The Restful Threethe kingdoms of Terandriawere they truly taken hostage by a single stranger? If so, they did not care for this part of the story.

Ellet was hiding behind Seraphel and Aielef. Reclis and Ielane had not moved. They were watching the Drake, assessing. But the stranger saw.

He saw it all. For all hundreds of eyes fell upon him, he gazed upon the rest and saw something else.

Fear and anger were a close-run thing in the strained voice of Prince Iradoren. A flame slowly grew brighter, eating at the logs in the fireplace against the far wall. Little light came through the shuttered curtains on the balcony.

Stranger. You invoke stories, and you are mighty indeed. Might alone will not bend any knee here. If you come to threaten and intimidate, you will find no victims. If you have come for blood, name the power you invoke. For the Hundred Families of Terandria will answer any insult.

A cracking sound made the last words fall silent from Iradorens lips. But the Drake was not making any hostile gesture. A pair of wings slowly unfurled.

Wings? Rabbiteater hadnt seen wings on his armor. But they opened, a thin membrane flexing. And the light that had gone from this room was growing brighter. As was the voice.

I have not come to wet this soil with more blood. Nor have I come in wrath. Insult? Do not play games with me, Prince of Erribathe. Feuds and insults are a never-ending tale, a serpent that consumes itself and leaves only more grief to continue the wheel. Kaaz Dorem Laegriser should know that. I ask, and again you forget. Look at you. Do you fear me? Me?

He stooped slightly and peered at the little [Princess] hiding behind Seraphels robes. Aielef and Seraphel both moved to shield her, but the Drake gave Ellet a toothy smile. She peeked at him, for his tone was not that harsh, and he chuckled.

Do even Calanfers children not know how other species smile? Come now. Terandria, you continent of kingdoms. You Humans who claim to such tradition, as if the Hundred Heroes were the first who ever set foot here. Do you not remember anything? Guess. I have many names. I have many guises. Even if it were not methink of my brothers and sisters. Who might be here?

No one said a word, but now, Altestiel was shivering like he was a man drenched by a sudden downpour. He wasnt willing to say it. Nor did many believe or even understand.

Teriarch knew that well. He walked forwards, and they drew back, a vast semicircle of faces as the firelight grew ever brighter. From one side of the room, the illumination rose, and then the Drake crossed a point across the banquet hall and something rose behind him.

Just a trick of the light. The Goblin saw it rise on the far wall. Everyone saw it, spreading out from the Drakes shadow. Onlyit was no Drake which rested there, nor did that great mouth move on a Drakes body.

The firelight revealed the truth. As it so often did with forgetful creatures who cast [Invisibility] and the like.

The shadow of the Dragon smiled and laughed as every head rose, and tongues turned to lead in mouths open like clams upon a beach. He chuckled, and one magical eye winked at Ellet, the only child in the room, staring up.

My. Have Humans such short memories you cannot think of one name for me?

You

Reclis du Marquin was choking on his words. Even he could not have expected this. Rabbiteater stared at the giant shadow. He slowly snuck over, tracing where it layand reached out. To what seemed like pure space behind the Drake.

A wing buffeted him in the facegently, but with all the force of

Rabbiteater fell on the ground and lay there for a while.

Now, Teriarch, the Lord of Flame, had their wonder as well as fear. Reclis du Marquin looked around. Then he bowed. Bowed, as few bows exist between [Kings]. But they had one for magical beings.

Stranger. I have not yet welcomed you to the Eternal Throne. I am Reclis du Marquin, King of Calanfer. Do you come as herald of our righteous intent or this great hour in the worlds changing of eras?

Even now, he tried to spin things. Not realizing that he stood upon a chunk of earth slowly rotating in space at a Dragons whim. Once again, Teriarch chuckled.

Hail, King of Calanfer. Forgive my amusement. With our long histories, it always tickles my fancy that Humans come to my kind for reassurance their cause is just and correct. I did not come here to lend credence to any morality or justice of your deeds. Rather, I came to remind myself of this land I once called home. And see how it has changed and failed to change, even as the rulers have shifted.

He looked again, and two emotions ran through the Humans. One was born of admiration and fear. A kind of wonder for a legend thought no longer to exist. The other was the knowledge buried in the roots of so many kingdoms.

Blood and fire. An old foe and ally stood here, and both wereimpossible. But which? And why?

If you are here, Dragstranger. Then tell us. Is this due to the events of last month at Ailendamus gates and around the world? Come, lend some understanding to all present.

Earl Altestiel called out urgently. He had the craziest urge to challenge the Dragon to a game of chess. And imagine being able to tell the others that! For a reply, Teriarch fixed the [Earl] with such a stare that Altestiel gulped.

What you saw. What you heard on that day was real. Can I say anything more than the ghosts that came before you, your ancestors of old? Of course. Yet if you will not listen to them, my words shall surely fall upon deaf ears. I say again: I did not come here to endorse the Kingdoms of Terandria more than any other species. I have long been both friend and sworn enemy of your peoples, and many remember that.

He nodded again at Prince Iradoren, who much looked like he regretted that fact. Yet his consort now raised her head, throwing back her hood and speaking.

If not those days behind us, then surely the days to come. It must be Izrils new lands, then, and this pact. You have watched us, great stranger. Are you one of the Forestheralds, an old friend whose name still remains in our tomes and books? Tell us, please, that we might honor you.

Her voice was inviting, even friendly. The shadow of Teriarch snorted gently, and a gust ran through the room, hot air tinged with a laugh.

Oh, that you might mark my exact name and nature and how to best use me in your interminable squabbles? I think not, little Rootfriend. I am here to challenge and upset, not give you any gifts. After all, I am not your friend. Or surely I would be one of your Thousand Lances, honored with such titles like the Dragonknights of old. Here is your hint: I have never sworn service as a knight to any crown.

Another susurration. The half-Elf lowered herself back into her seat, but Ser Greysten approached next. Boldly, he planted his feet.

Then, Ser Stranger. Make your claim. Challenge, but not threaten. Reassure us what we saw was real, but not explain. I am a simple [Knight] of the Summer. All this playing with shadows and words is slightly too much for my mind. Please tell us openly what you wish.

He was right, of course. Teriarch was dragging it out, and the Dragon had to admit, he was enjoying it. He felt alive. Alive and sad and ohthe nightmares.

The Kingdoms of Terandria. He knew many forms they could take and many ways any nation could change. But to rise to the occasion he knew they must?

There was a horror in his chest. And it was the twin of glory and, yes, memory.

He hesitated just once. It was so easy to play the mysterious wizard, the stranger who left clues and hoped that someone found the true path. Because the mysterious wizard was somewhat of a jerk. It was far harder to trust, to follow and let someone else lead.

Sothe shadow on the wall paused, and then it vanished. The Summers Champion recoiled slightly, and the Drake who stood there looked at Ser Greysten.

Then he flickered out of existence.

Summers Champion, you prat. You chased him off

Hundredlord Cortese burst out. Then he suddenly felt a breath on his back. He turned, and a Dragon stood behind him.

But not Teriarch. Not quite. Oh, he had the form of a Dragon, but his scales were pale white. He was trimmer than he might actually be, and a single armguard was on a shoulder. Etched with the oldest symbol of Cenidau.

Do you see me now, Summers Champion?

The Dragon turned, and Hundredlord Cortese was in sudden need of the bathroom. The Wisdom, Hellei, and the Hearthlords rose as one. The Dragon looked down at them. Then a claw touched at his face. Two eyes like winter, one the frost that covered the land until all was death, the other like the buds of green through the snow, regarded them. He touched that face of a dead comrade and turned.

Turna vast Dragon with scales scarred a hundred thousand times lay restless against the balcony, blotting out the light. Her mane was like stone, calcified, but still flowing like the bedrock of the very firmament. The Dragon exhaled.

Do you recognize Cenidaus champion? The last Dragonlord of War? Which one I am does not truly matter, does it? What form should I take?

Suddenly, a half-Elf was sitting at a table. His hair was whiteand nowhe looked all too familiar. His brows rose as suddenlyeveryone recognized the face

And a Gnoll with fur like molten bronze leaned against the fireplace. He looked older, tired. And he clung to the stone as if the entire Eternal Throne should support him.

yes. Names are such dangerous things. The consequences of revealing myself do not come to mind lightly. Forgive me, those gathered here. I am old, now. If I give you no names nor titles, it is because they have no point. I did not come to be lauded. Nor to rule or seek authority. I came simply to show you that this world has not yet worn the last of us from this earth.

Greystens voice was shaking.

I invite you to Pheislant, Ser. Rest your bones in the Order of Seasons keep or wherever you please. Even if you seek no leadership, your very words are wisdom enough.

Are they?

Flicker. A third Dragon folded his wings, his scales not just dark but voids of light. Xarkouth, his image, looked down at those who had inherited his peoples Dragonthrone. Grand and small. He prowled left and right restlessly, a perfect copy of how the real Dragon had moved.

For one person remembered his names and deeds. Teriarch shook his head restlessly.

I should hope you are all wise enough. But if you were, surely, you all know yourexpedition to the new lands of Izril will end in bloodshed. Every nation upon this world grabs, even if they hold a fortune in their claws. Even now, as I roamed the Eternal Throne, I heard a hundred plots for Humans to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with naught but their own kind.

The emissaries shifted. Ielane spoke, sounding pleading.

We are a nation of Terandrians, Ser Dragon. Dwarves and half-Elves were not lost from our minds, I promise you that.

But did you intend to go to Izril with Drakes as your foes?

The Dragon challenged her, and Ielane hesitated.

No one owns the new lands of Izril. If we were attacked, we might defend ourselves. Is that not fair?

Teriarch grinned like Xarkouth.

Of course it is fair. By all means, defend yourselves. I expect nothing less of proud nations. Perhaps those armies that defend will march against a Walled City. In the name of safety. Then, if we speak of old stories, you shall see one upon the battlefield, Queen of Calanfer.

Ser Markus gulped loudly. Seraphel caught her breath. Did the Dragon just say what she thought he did?

Then are you warning us away from Izril, Ser?

Greysten pursued the question, and Teriarch shook his head once more.

No, and no. In fact, I invite you there. Not just armies. Not just colonists. Come, brave [Knights]. I am sure many of you have already pledged your swords for your kingdoms. Thenbeg leave for a quest beyond your shores. You have heard the <Quest> posted for the Crossroads of Izril?

Murmurs. His eyes glinted as a Brass Dragon, scales like metal, rested his head on his claws. His wings fanned, refracting rays of light for the wondering Humans. The Dragon laughed.

More will come. Seek out these old sites. Explore the lands yet untamed, and surelysome of you will meet a stranger on the roads. They might be Drakes of good or ill repute. They may be Gnolls upon their own stories. One of them, at least, will be me. Come to Izril. Challenge or learn from me, or teach me a lesson I have not yet heard of in all my years. But do not expect silence from me. If you threaten war, expect a Dragon and those who have slain Dragons to stand against you. Perhaps the might of Terandria is more than that of Rhir, Baleros, Chandrar, and Izril combined, eh? Or perhaps you might come more humbly.

A cerulean eye winked like mischief and amusement at the others. The voice rumbled.

But come. Come and see. And learn. That is my invitation to you all, and I apologize for dragging this moment out. Call it playfulness. Dance far from your shores once more, sons and daughters of Humans. I would have you found better kingdoms on the new lands. But alsouncover every old secret. Find the City of Stars. And for those worthyrise far beyond the [Knight] who struck me. I do not crave death. But I seek those who could slay me and rise above even that dream. For you will be needed. Do you understand?

Then Prince Iradoren exhaled, and Earl Altestiel looked up. The Dragon didnt change forms, just looked down at them all.

You would have us level?

I would have every kingdom level. Each kingdom grow and break the traditions that have grown like weeds. Keep the most beautiful things about what you have madeand prepare for a storm like no other. Were you blind? Did you not all see and hear the warnings? Hence my invitation. It is a poor thanks for the greatest of Gnolls, to use their lands like a great training ground. But they have always been the most generous of species. And little has my kind repaid them that.

Teriarch hissed, and his voice grew sad. Then his head rose once more.

That is for now. I will not give you orders. I will not stop you from making war on each other or other species. But bear in mind the consequences. And allow me to give youa longer goal than your self-interest. After all, you must find your own heroes and leaders to rival Marquin. She was a woman who I saluted on the bloody fields where the last of the great Crelers died.

His audience shivered, breaking into goosebumps. Seraphel could barely breathe. Now, she thought she knew the name. One of three. But Teriarch was going on.

I seek a hundred Marquins. A hundred, a hundred thousand. Retemper yourselves, each nation. Tryplease try to find that elusive path. I have seen you reach it and go astray. I will be there, taking sides, meddling, all for a day not long in the future.

And then? What happens on that day?

Someone had to ask it. Of all the people, it was Rabbiteater. He sat up, and the Dragon looked at him. Now they came to it, he exhaled.

There is a foe. There is a foe I found worthy after all this time. Yes. Even I. I, who once swore an oath against almost every nation here. I, who gave up vengeance, for the bones of my foes and those who committed the crimes were dust. Some deeds and monsters are worse than Crelers. When you are ready, that is the foe I hope we will all stand against.

Who?

Now there was a dangerous question. The Dragon peered down at Altestiel. Once again, he spread his wings and vanished.

The Drake stood where he had been, and a shadow spoke on the wall. Mocking the Earl of Rains.

Come now. Once moreis there no one you cannot name?

Crelers.

Lord Etrogaer spoke it like an oath, and someone else whispered a second name.

Demons.

The Drakes disapproving glare found a single man standing in the back, and the Blighted Kings representative hesitatedand began to tremble, though they did not know what he might say next. Instead, Teriarch spoke.

This is my promise to you. A day will come when this world must be purged of that which is intolerable. All swords raised, no matter the odds. You may disagree with nations and crowns. My people have always been both foe and friend. Some foes are beyond question. On that daythe true enemies will reveal themselves.

Rabbiteaters hand was trembling because even he was listening. That mismatched stare swept the room, and the voice rose.

If need be, the fleet to end all fleets shall cross The Last Tide and seek truth at the end of the world. But I promise you this: Rhir. Perhaps the innocent shall flee. But a day will come when the sons and daughters of Terandria will sail to that blasted continent and put an end to Rhirs nightmare for good. A long dream for a sin older than Rhir. The coming war will burn nations to ash. It will break all chains. Horrors lying buried in the sands shall be put to sleep for good. On that day

He closed his eyes, and a terrible smile crossed his face. Gentle enough to make Ellet burst into tears, and sharp enough to cut the Summer Champions heart.

I swear to you on that day, the Dragonward Bells shall ring. One last time.

The promise rang through the Eternal Throne and the banquet hall, and there were no words to follow it. The Dragons shadow grew largerthen it flickered out. Leaving only a tired Drake and a promise.

But like the ghosts and visionsthey believed. Rabbiteater thought no moment could surpass that, and probably none could. The Drake drew his sword and planted it in the table in front of him. King Reclis leaned back as Teriarch looked down at him.

So. Calanfer proposes a journey to new lands, eh?

Eh. Indeed.

Reclis managed. Teriarchs eyes were kinder, now, his vow said. Almost relaxed. But in a sensehe felt more of himself now. For his great promise was spokenbut there was always more for a Dragon. So he chose these words with as much care as the others.

Then I shall have you back your promises with more than casual effort, esteemed guests. If you are to do this, know the secret to levelling. Passion. Throw yourselves across the ocean by sheer will of it.

The mortal guests of the banquet hall looked at him. Powerful nations, all. Being invited to Izril by a legend as old as their thrones? Who could be upset?

Wellhow about the Naga from Baleros? How about the Five Families? Because, at this, Lady Cosoi Reinhart had to break in. She was very pale as she called out because her family did not have a good relationship with Dragons historically.

Oh, how little she knew. But she did speak.

I sayI say! Are we, the children of Izril, supposed to take this lightly?

Teriarch swung his head to her, and she hesitated, but the Five Families were nodding, so Cosoi looked around.

It is our home! No continent has a better claim than those who have lived and died on Izril.

Barely a mayflys time compared to the Drakes and Gnolls.

One of Kaazs nobles snorted, and Cosoi resolved to give him a bowel movement that he would never forget if the chance arose. However, her eyes were on Teriarch.

What is our reward, pray, noble Dragon, for being invaded?

She meant the Five Families, not the Drakes or Gnolls. But in answer, the Drake just bared his teeth.

Who said there is nothing for you? I will see you back on Izril. Give Terandria its moment now, Lady of House Reinhart.

She started, compressed her lips, then bowed as graciously as possible. Well, now, that changed a lot.

The Dragon turned back to the crowd. His head found the guests, Iradoren, Etrogaer, and the representatives of Avel, Noelictus, Desonis, and more. Duchess Greina, Princess Telleisand he called out.

So I ask before all here: who will go to Izril and seek the Crossroads? Who will dare to meet every species in peace and strife and reach out across Terandrias shores?

He turned and looked around. Now, he was waiting. He did not have to wait long. Hundredlord Cortese leapt to his feet.

By Kaaz, I swear I shall not spend the end of this month on Terandrian soil! I have been called, and I will go!

Reclis head swung left, and Ielanes eyes opened wide. Thisthis was everything they wanted. Surely? So why did all her Skills and instincts start blaring a warning?

But more people were calling out. Lord Etrogaer was hesitating, but members of his congregation were swearing it. Greysten wrestled with his own dutiesand Dame Voost and the Winters Watchers handsas he tried to shout out.

Teriarch turned, and it seemed as though the Drake were staring into every eye. But he really wasnt. He looked and waited. That kindly old man.

A [Princess] stood frozen. She felt like she were walking through the Eternal Throne. On daises of light, but ones she had seen a thousand times.

And while she despaired, while she wept inside, a door and a garden, full of strange roads and paths forwards, opened. A terrifying sight compared to the well-worn palace around her.

Her mouth trembled at the thought. It wouldnt work. But she thought she heard Queen Marquins voices and the other [Ladies].

If you wait, that day will never come. Better to weep and gnash your teeth now than to do it forever later.

Which of them had said that? Not Marquin. She had looked Seraphel in the eyes and laughed.

My grandchildren are timid. You looked better terrified, riding with life and death in your mouth. The vomit on your tongue and terror in your veins is how you know you were alive.

As inspirational quotes went, it wasnt the best. She had said morebut Seraphel got the meaning.

She was clasping her hands together so hard her nails dug into her palms. More and more people were standing up.

Desonis shall go. And I swear it in the Sleeping Queens name.

Earl Altestiel. Altestiel and Cortese, and nowSeraphel was almost afraid to look around. For two heads were seeking hers. And it wasit was just a fancy. It was not something you should make life choices around.

It was a bathroom encounter. Yetthat silly Menrise stood up.

Tourvecall shall send at least one [Lady]! Mother

She actually turned to Lady Ficombe. The goldfish bowl-wearing [Lady] almost had an apoplexy before everyone, and the Dragon actually chuckled. But then Menrise was bowing, and that just left two.

Rabbiteater, who glanced around and laughed in his own way.

Of course Im going home.

He tilted his head, and Seraphel thought he was looking at her out of the corner of his eye. She closed her eyes, and her heart was beating out of its chest. Just like it had, once, when she saw a [Singer] appear in Afiele. Just like all the best and worst moments of her life.

It did not feel like that piece of lead when she stood before a wedding altar three times. Her head rose, and she thought she could hear Caras song. It and every part of Seraphel were pushing her forwards.

The only thing that held her back was her fear. So the [Princess] opened her mouth and called out.

I

She coughed. She actually coughed, and heads turned to her. Prince Iradoren, RabbiteaterSeraphel coughed and turned beet red. She fumbled for her words as Aielef and Ellet turned to her.

That isI promise that Calanfer will not forge this pact lightly. As a sign of our intent, our goodwillthe Eternal Throne will send one of its daughters to Izril. Me. By the Eternal Throne, I, Princess Seraphel du Marquin, will join this great expedition, for better or worse.

She felt dizzy. Light-headed. Ebullient. And she couldnt wait, secretly, to see how much of a punishment she would get.

There. I said it. Now, Ill never make it. But at least I can say I tried.

Tears ran down her cheeks. Because she just knew what was coming next.

Queen Ielane and King Reclis had realized what she was trying to do in that moment. Ielane couldnt well stop Seraphel so obviously by holding her mouth shutbut she could still salvage a bad situation.

Which was with an apologetic laugh. A distressed one, to indicate that Seraphel was swept up and making promises that, obviously, she didnt have the authority for. Reclis would, in turn, promise the Eternal Throne would put its support behind the effort but that Seraphel was spoken for, hinting at a marriage.

Before rumors spread, they took a loss to avoid this blunder. Ielane raised a hand to her mouth to crush her daughters dreams. She opened her mouthand nothing came out.

The [Queen] blinked. She tried again, but her mouth didnt move, and no one noticed her amidst all the cheers and exclamations. Reclis was giving her the urgent side-eyenow was the moment. She knew that. But why?

Ielanes mouth moved again, then she tried to rise urgently. But she couldnt. Someone was holding her down. Ever-so-gently. Just like he held her mouth closed, or rather, the words inside.

She looked up, and a single eye of heliotrope found her. A Dragon nodded to Seraphel, and Reclis tried to speak. To rise. But the Dragon innocently blocked the words from coming out. It wasnt much, he liked to lie.

Just a few words. A bit of hope for a girl. He looked at Seraphel, staring at her immobile parents, and remembered why he liked to wake up in the mornings. A tearstained face swung towards him, and he bowed. Time he was off.

Perhaps they would never remember this day. Perhaps, in the years to come, they would forget him as surely as he might forget some of them, no matter how hard he tried. But for now[Princess] Seraphel du Marquin shed a bunch of tears as Rabbiteater and her friends approached and began to tease her gently.

A Dragon came to Calanfers Eternal Throne. Gently, as he set everything aflurry and aflame as he was wont to do, he pried a few bars loose. Then he left, and a [Princess] followed thereafter, looking around and blinking in the light.

As for the Goblin? He just laughed and laughed, because in the end?

He really was going home.

Authors Note: I ran out of gas during the writing of this chapter. Which I hate to do because I usually manage my energy well. But sometimes it happens and I only hate it because its a sign my writing quality goes down.

Unfortunately, it was in the big, important moments. I will have time to edit, although I note that this 2-day writing isnt really reducing word count. Let me just check how much it is before the third day of edits?

36,000 words in two days. Yup, yup. Im not reducing the goalposts, Im just kicking the same goals and uh, also editing. I dont have a soccer analogy for that. Or football.

I dont care. Im done! I hope you like it. I like writing, I just have very poor self-management. Now, if youll excuse me, Im sore, Im hallucinating bugs or monsters out of the corner of my eye, and I will see you later. Did you think this was a good side story poll? Let me know how you liked this and see you next chapter!

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