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I can get the door downstairs open again！
A sudden tug on his arm dragged Simon to his knees。
〃Down； boy； where I can see you without stretching my neck。 Your king is tired and his bones ache。〃 There was a moment of silence。 〃Strange。 You do not have the face of a Rimmersman or Thrithings…rider。 You look more like one of my Erkynlandish peasants。 That red hair！ But they say that the grasslanders were of Erkynland once； long ago。。。〃
The sense of being in a dream returned。 How could the king see the color of his hair in this darkness？ Simon struggled to make his breathing even； to keep his fear down。 He had faced a dragon…a real dragon； not a human one like this…and he had also survived in the black dreadfulness of the tunnels。 He must keep his wits about him and watch for any opportunity。
〃Once all of Erkynland…all of the lands of Osten Ard…were like the grasslands；〃 Elias hissed。 〃Nothing but petty tribes squabbling over pastureland； horse…stealing savages。〃 He took a deep breath and let it out slowly； the odor was strangely like metal。 〃It took a strong hand to change that。 It takes a strong hand to build a kingdom。 Do you not think that the hill…folk of Nabban cried and wailed when the Imperator's guardsmen first came？ But their children were thankful； and their children's children would have had it no other way。。。。〃
Simon could make no sense of the king's rambling； but felt a fluttering of hope as the deep voice trailed off and silence fell。 After waiting for a score of rapid heartbeats； Simon pulled as gently as he could； but his arm was still held。 The king's eyes were hooded and his chin appeared to have sunk onto his chest。 But he was not sleeping。
〃And look what my father built；〃 Elias said abruptly。 His eyes opened wide； as though he could see beyond the shadowed room and its disturbing furniture。 〃An empire such as the old Nabbanai masters only dreamed about。 He carved it out with his sword； then protected it from jealous men and vengeful immortals。 Aedon be praised； but he was a man…a man！〃 The king's fingers tightened on Simon's wrist until it felt as though the bones were grinding together。 Simon let out a gasp of pain。 〃And he gave it to me to tend； just the way one of your peasant ancestors passed his son a small patch of land and a raddled cow。 My father gave me the world！ But that was not enough…no； it was not enough that I hold his kingdom； that I keep its borders strong； that I protect it from those who would take it away again。 No； that is only part of ruling。 Only part。 And it is not enough。〃
Elias seemed pletely lost now； droning away as if to an old friend。 Simon wondered if he was drunk； but there was no liquor on his breath； only that strange leaden smell。 Simon's sense of being trapped rose again； choking him。 Would he be kept here by the mad king until Pryrates returned？ Or would Elias tire of talking and administer king's justice himself to the captured spy？
〃This is what your master Pryrates will never under… stand；〃 Elias continued。 〃Loyalty。 Loyalty to a person； or loyalty to a cause。 Do you think he cares what happens to you？ Of course you don't…even a peasant lad like you is not so thick。 It would be hard to spend a moment in the alchemist's pany without knowing his only loyalty is to himself。 And that is where he does not understand me。 He only serves me because I have power： if he could wield the power himself； he would happily slit my throat。〃 Elias laughed。 〃Or he would try； in any case。 I wish he would try。 But I have a greater loyalty； to my father and to the kingdom he built； and I would suffer any pain for it。〃 His voice broke suddenly； for a moment； Simon felt sure the king would weep。 〃I have suffered。 God Himself knows that I have。 Suffered like the damned souls roasting in Hell。 I have not slept。。。 have not slept 。。。〃
Again the king fell silent。 Made wary by the last such pause； Simon did not move； despite the dull throbbing of his knees pressed against the hard stone floor。
When he spoke again； Elias' voice had lost some of its harshness； he sounded almost like an ordinary man。 〃Look you； boy； how many years do you have？ Fifteen？ Twenty？ If Hylissa had lived； she might have borne me a son like you。 She was beautiful 。。。 shy as a young colt； but beautiful。 We never had a son。 That was the problem； you know。 He might have been your age now。 Then none of this would have happened。〃 He pulled Simon closer； then； horribly； he rested a cold hand atop Simon's head as though performing some ritual blessing。 Sorrow's double…guarded hilt was only a few inches away from Simon's arm。 There was something dreadful about the sword； and the idea that it might touch his flesh made Simon want to pull away screaming； but he was even more terrified by what might happen if he woke the king from this strange speaking dream。 He held his arm rigid； and did not move even as Elias began slowly to stroke his hair； though it sent chills down his neck。
〃A son。 That is what I needed。 One that I could have raised as my father raised me； a son that could understand what was needed。 Daughters 。。。〃 He paused and took several rasping breaths。 〃I had a daughter。 Once。 But a daughter is not the same。 You must hope that the man she marries will understand； will have the right blood； for he will be the one who rules。 And what man who is not his own flesh and blood can a father trust to inherit the world？ Still； I would have tried。 I would have tried。。。 but she would not have it。 Damned； insolent child！〃 His voice rose。 〃I gave her everything…I gave her life； curse her！ But she ran away！ And everything fell to ashes。 Where was my son？ Where was he？〃
The king's hand tightened in Simon's hair until it seemed he must tear it loose from the scalp。 Simon bit his lip to keep silent； frightened again by the turn Elias' madness had taken。 The voice from the shadows of the chair was growing louder。 〃Where have you been？ I waited until I could not wait any longer。 Then I had to make my own arrangements。 A king cannot wait； you see。 Where were you？ A king cannot wait。 Otherwise things begin to fall apart。 Things fall apart； and everything my father gave me would be lost。〃 His voice rose to a shout。 〃Lost！〃 Elias leaned forward until his face was only a handbreadth from Simon's。 〃Lost！〃 he hissed； staring。 His face was glossy with sweat。 〃Because you did not e！〃
A rabbit in the fox's jaw； Simon waited； heart hammering。 When the king's hand loosened in his hair he ducked his head； waiting for the blow to fall。
〃But Pryrates came to me；〃 Elias whispered。 〃He had failed me in his first task； but he came to me with words； words like smoke。 There was a way to make things right。〃 He snorted。 〃I knew that he only wanted power。 Don't you see； that is what a king does； my son。 He uses those who seek to use him。 That is the way of it。 That is what my father taught me； so listen well。 I have used him as he has used me。 But now his little plan is unraveling and he thinks to hide it from me。 But I have my own ways of knowing； do you see？ And I need no spies； no peasant boys skulking about。 Even did I not hear the voices that howl through the sl