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redon。
Raj Ahten pulled the horseman's warhammer from the sheath at his back。 It was a long…handled thing； almost as tall as he。
He planted its crossbars in the cobblestones at his feet； then clasped his hands on its hilt； leaned his chin on one knuckle； and smiled playfully。
〃We have things between us； you and I； Sylvarresta；〃 Raj Ahten said。 〃Differences of opinion。〃
He nodded toward the street behind him。 〃Are these your men？〃
The huge wain Iome had seen clanking across the fields now pulled up between the graystone shops。 In the wagon were mensoldiers all； one could tell by their grim faces。 As they neared the lantern； in horror Iome recognized some of themCorporal Deliphon； Swordmaster Skallery。 Faces she'd not seen in years。
Behind Iome； Chemoise gasped； cried out and ran forward。 Her own father； Eremon Vottania Solette； lay in the very front of the wagon； a ruined man who did not blink。 His back arched cruelly； and his hands clutched in useless fists。 He grimaced in pain； all his muscles were stiff and unyielding as rigor mortis。 Iome followed Chemoise a few steps； but dared not go nearer to Raj Ahten。
Yet even from thirty feet； she could smell the stink and dirt on the men。 Many had eyes that stared vacantly； stupid。 Some had jaws slack； from weariness。 Each soldier had been drained of one of the 〃greater〃 endowmentswit； brawn； grace； metabolism； or staminaand thus made harmless。
As Chemoise clutched her father to her breast and cried； Ault drew close with a flickering torch。 In the wavering light； the faces in the wagon seemed pale and horrible。
〃Most of those were once my men；〃 King Sylvarresta admitted warily。 〃But I released them from service。 They are free soldiers； Knights Equitable。 I am not their lord。〃
It was a dubious denial。 Though all the men in the wagon were Knights Equitable； knights who were sworn by oath to destroy all Wolf Lords like Raj Ahten； and though such an oath was considered to override any other oath of fealty to a single lord； the truth was that Iome's father served as patron to these knightshe'd supplied them with the money and arms needed to fulfill their quest to destroy Raj Ahten。 For him to deny responsibility for their actions was like an archer refusing to take the blame for damage done by an arrow once it had left his bow。
Raj Ahten did not accept the King's excuse。 A grimace of pain crossed Raj Ahten's face； and he looked away for a moment。 Iome felt her heart lurch as she saw tears glisten in Raj Ahten's eyes。 〃You have done me a great wrong；〃 Raj Ahten said。 〃Your assassins killed my Dedicates； slaughtered my own nephew； and executed some I considered to be dear friends； good servants。〃
The tone of his voice filled Iome with guilt； overwhelming guilt。 She felt like a child caught tormenting a kitten。
It pained her all the more because Iome saw that Raj Ahten's sorrow seemed to be genuine。 Raj Ahten had loved his Dedicates。
No； something in the back of her mind said； you must not believe that。
He wants you to believe that。 It is only a trick； a practiced use of Voice。 He loves only the power his people give。 Yet she found it difficult to cling to her skepticism。
〃Let us go to your throne room；〃 Raj Ahten said。 〃You've given me no choice in the matter but to e settle our differences。 It grieves me that we must discuss。。。terms of surrender。〃
King Sylvarresta nodded； kept his head bent。 Perspiration dotted his brow。 Iome's breathing came easier。 They would talk。 Only talk。 She dared hope for leniency。
With a glance from Raj Ahten； his guards rode into the Dedicates' Keep； leading his horse into the courtyard； while Raj Ahten headed down the road toward the King's Keep。
Iome followed behind her father； numb。 Her slippered feet did not like the rough paving stones。 Chemoise stayed behind； following the wagon into the bailey of the Dedicates' Keep； holding her father's hand； whispering words of reassurance to Eremon Vottania Solette。
Iome； her father； and the three Days all followed Raj Ahten through the walled market； the richest street of Heredon； past the fine shops where silver and gems； china and fine cloth were sold； down to the King's Tower。
The lanterns in the tower had already been lit。 It was； Iome had to admit； an ugly tower。 A huge square block； six stories tall； with nothing in the way of adornment but the granite statues of past kings that circled its base。 The statues themselves were enormous things； each sixteen feet tall。 Along the gutters atop the tower were carved minstrels and dancing gargoyles； but the figures were so small that one could not see them well from the ground。
Iome wanted to run； to dart into an alley and try to hide behind one of the cows that had bedded there for the night。 Her heart hammered so badly。
When she crossed the threshold into the King's Keep； she nearly fainted。 Her father held her hand； helped her keep standing。 Iome wanted to vomit； but found herself following her father up the broad staircases； five stories； until they reached the King's chambers。
Raj Ahten led them through the audience room； into the huge throne room。 The King's and Queen's thrones were made of lacquered wood； with cushions covered in scarlet silk。 Gold filigree adorned the leaves carved into the thrones' arms and feet； and adorned the headboards。 They were unimposing ornaments。 Sylvarresta had better thrones stored in the attic； out the room itself was enormous； with two sets of full…length oriel windows that looked north； south； and west over the kingdom。 Two lanterns burned at each side of the throne； and a small fire danced in the huge hearth。 The Wolf Lord took a seat on the King's throne； seeming fortable in his armor。
He nodded at King Sylvarresta。 〃I trust my cousin Venetta is well？ Go and fetch her。 Take a moment to freshen up。 We will hold audience when you are more fortable。〃 He waved at Sylvarresta's armor； an order for him to remove it。
King Sylvarresta nodded； not a sign of acknowledgment； more a bending of the neck in submission； then went to the royal apartments。 Iome was so frightened； she followed him rather than go to her own room。
Neither the King's Days nor Iome's followed。 The Days chronicled every public movement of their lords； but even they did not dare defile the sanctity of the Runelords' bedchamber。
Instead； Raj Ahten's Days held a convocation with the Days of the royal family in an ancient alcove outside the bedchamber； where guards and servants often waited for their lord。 There； the Days stood speaking briefly in code。 It was often thus when Days from opposing kingdoms met。 Iome understood none of their code； and simply closed the bedroom door on their chatter。
In the King's bedchamber； Queen Venetta Sylvarresta sat in a chair； dressed in her finest robes and regalia； staring out the windows to the south。 Her back was to the door。 She'd been painting her nails with a clear lacquer。
She was vain； with ten endowments of glamourmuch more beautiful than Iome。 Venetta had black hair and an olive plexion； like Raj Ahten'sboth darker than Iome's。 The diadems in Venetta's crown could not match the casual loveliness of her face。 Her scepter lay across her lap； a g