‘Ah, yes. Quite.” The dynast frowned. “This is in regard to the invaders?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Clear the court,” the dynast commanded.
The Lord High Chancellor, knowing that this matter would be dealt with circumspectly, had deliberately spoken in low tones, intended for His Majesty’s ears alone. The order to clear the court came as no surprise, nor did it present difficulty. The Lord High Chancellor had only to meet the eyes of the ever-watchful chamberlain to have the matter accomplished.
A staff banged on the floor. “His Majesty’s audience is ended,” announced the chamberlain.
Those with petitions to present rolled their scrolls up with a snap, tucked them back into scroll cases, made their bows, and backed out of the throne room. Those who were merely court hangers-on, who spent as much time near His Dynastic Majesty as possible, hoping for notice from the royal eye, yawned, stretched, and proposed to each other games of rune-bone to ease them through another boring day. The royal cadavers, extremely well preserved and well maintained, escorted the assembly out of the throne room into the vast corridors of the royal palace, shut the doors, and took up positions before them, indicating that His Majesty was in private conference.
When the throne room no longer buzzed with conversation and affected laughter, the dynast commanded, with a wave of his hand, that the Lord High Chancellor was to commence. The Lord High Chancellor did so. Opening a scroll, he began to read.
“His Grace’s most reverent respect—”
“Skip all that.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
It took some moments for the Lord High Chancellor to make his way through compliments showered on the dynast’s person, compliments showered on his illustrious ancestors, compliments showered on the dynast’s just rule, and so forth and so on. The chancellor finally found the heart of the message and delivered it.
” ‘The invaders come from the outer circle, Your Majesty, a land known as Kairn Telest, the Green Caverns, due to the … er … former amount of vegetation grown in that region. Of late, it seems, this region has experienced bad fortune. The magma river has cooled, the people’s water source has dried up.’ The Green Caverns, it seems, Your Majesty,” the Lord High Chancellor added, looking up from his perusal of the message, “could now be called the Bone-Bare [1] Caverns.”
His Majesty said nothing, merely grunted in acknowledgment of the Lord High Chancellor’s wit. The Lord High Chancellor resumed his reading. ” ‘Due to this disaster, the people of Kairn Telest have been forced to flee their land. They have encountered innumerable perils on the journey, including—’ ”
“Yes, yes,” said the dynast impatiently. He fixed his Lord High Chancellor with a shrewd look. “Does the duke mention why these people of the Green Caverns felt it necessary to come here?”
The Lord High Chancellor hastily scanned the message to the end, read it over again to make certain he’d made no mistake—the dynast had a low tolerance for mistakes—then shook his head. “No, Your Majesty. It might almost seem, from the tone, that these people stumbled on Necropolis by accident.”
“Hah!” The dynast’s lips parted in a thin, cunning smile. He shook his head. “They know, Pons. They know! Well, go on. Give us the gist of it. What are their demands?”
“They make no demands, Your Majesty. Their leader, a Prince”— the Lord High Chancellor referred again to the paper to refresh his memory—”Edmund of some unknown house requests the opportunity to pay his respects to Your Dynastic Majesty. The duke adds in a concluding note that the people of Kairn Telest appear to be in a most wretched state. It has occurred to the duke that it is probable we are in some way responsible for the aforesaid disasters and he hopes Your Majesty will meet with the prince at your earliest opportunity”
“Is this young duke of Rift Ridge dangerous, Pons? Or is the man merely stupid?”
The Lord High Chancellor paused to consider the question. “I don’t consider him dangerous, Your Majesty. Nor is he stupid. He is young, idealistic, ingenuous. A touch naive as concerns politics. He is, after all, the younger son and was not raised to have the responsibilities of the dukedom thrust on him so suddenly. Words come from the heart, not his head. I am certain he has no idea what he is saying.”