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lumbering to his feet with difficulty. “Dimitri, you will hold yourself in readiness for the afternoon, but for now, you may go.”
    As he and Paulin headed out of the room, the two Custodes men falling in behind them, Dimitri bowed low to touch his forehead to the floor, remaining thus until they had gone.

C HAPTER T HREE
    And if it be meet that I go also, they shall go with me.
    â€”I Corinthians 16:4
    In the royal apartments, meanwhile, the king was stealing a few minutes with his wife before duty called him back to the great lords’ business. When he came striding into the solar that linked their respective sections of the royal apartments, he found her sitting in a pool of sunshine near the window while the youngest and prettiest of her maids combed out her freshly washed hair.
    â€œMy lord!” she cried, her face alight with the joy of him as she sprang to her feet. The royal blue of her overgown was a shade darker than her eyes, and the damp mane of her hair fell like a wheaten curtain nearly to her hips, shifting heavily as she handed off a towel to the maid.
    Beyond her in the wide bay of the window, interrupted in their needlework and gossip, three of her ladies-in-waiting also rose—all of them chosen by the great lords, wives and daughters mostly, and also their agents and spies, not really friends. They fell silent and dipped in formal curtsies as he entered, civil enough after six years, and the little maid also bowed and backed away from the queen, her comb clutched to her breast and eyes downcast.
    â€œLadies,” the king murmured.
    He allowed himself a slight smile, but he ventured no further comment as he crossed the room and led Michaela into the privacy of their bedchamber. He had left the State Crown with Cathan when he came through his own quarters, but he still wore the crimson over-robe with the Haldane brooch.
    â€œI’m to go,” he said, the words falling with the threat of unknown peril as he drew her to sit beside him on the edge of the great state bed.
    Like all the Court, she had known of the Eastmarch messengers who arrived earlier that morning, and her troubled gaze never left his face as he related the gist of what had just transpired in the great hall and the room beyond. She said nothing as he spoke, but he could sense her growing fear.
    â€œSo that’s as much as I know, for now,” he concluded, when he had outlined his intentions. “I don’t think this is the full-blown challenge we’ve been fearing—Marek of Festil wouldn’t chance it, with only the one heir—but on the faint chance that it is, it’s essential that I go in person. Not even the great lords could disagree. Shall you be very brave while I’m gone? If—anything should happen, you must be a strong regent for Owain and—”
    His voice broke off as his gaze and one suddenly trembling hand dropped to caress the gently rounded curve of her abdomen. Shuddering, she stifled a sob and drew him to her, pulling him down on the bed atop her, seeking reassurance in his embrace. The faint perfume of her damp hair invited him to bury his face and hands in it, to drown his own apprehensions in loving her, but the knowledge that a summons from the great lords was imminent made him push such temptations to the back of his mind and draw apart a little. Raising up on his elbows, he took one pale hand to press a tender kiss to its palm.
    â€œGod, how I adore you, Mika,” he whispered, searching her blue eyes. “I can hardly breathe for wanting you, but Cathan or Fulk will be knocking on the door any second. It’s what I’ve been longing for—a council meeting where they may actually credit what I have to say—but it also means parting from you. Maybe forever, when I go tomorrow.”
    She summoned a brave smile and brushed trembling fingertips along the line of his jaw, letting them linger then on the Haldane brooch pinned to his