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snaking through the darkened spaces.
What am I doing here
, she thought. Not for the last time. A movement on the other side of the chamber caught her eye, and she turned to see Paul Schafer looking at her. He gave a small, unexpectedly reassuring smile.
And I don’t understand him, either
, she thought, somewhat despairingly.
    Diarmuid was on his feet again by then, seemingly unable to be still for any length of time. “Loren,” he said, “you know the King won’t come tonight. Did you—”
    “He must! I won’t let Gorlaes have—”
    “Someone’s here,” Paul said sharply. He had quietly ended up in Matt’s post by the door. “Five men, three with swords.”
    “
Diarmuid—
”
    “I know. You haven’t seen me. I won’t be far,” and the heir to the throne of Brennin leaped in a rustle of cloth and a moonlit flash of yellow hair through the window, reaching out, almost lazily, for a handhold on the wall outside. For God’s sake, Kevin thought.
    Which was all he had time for. Vart, the surly guard, appeared in the doorway. When he saw that Matt was nowhere to be seen, a thin smile flicked across his face.
    “My lord the Chancellor,” Vart announced.
    Kevin wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t what he saw. Gorlaes, the Chancellor, was a big, broad-shouldered, brown-bearded man of middle years. He smiled generously, showing good teeth as he came sweeping in. “Welcome back, Silvercloak! And brightly woven, indeed. You have come in the very teeth of time—as ever.” And he laughed. Loren, Kevin saw, did not.
    The other man who came in, an armed aide close beside him, was stooped and very old. The King? Kevin wondered, for a brief, disoriented moment. But it was not.
    “Good evening, Metran,” Loren said deferentially to this white-haired new arrival. “Are you well?”
    “Well, very well, very, very,” Metran wheezed. He coughed. “There is not enough light in here. I want to see,” he said querulously. A trembling arm was raised, and suddenly the six wall torches blazed, illuminating the chamber.
Why
, Kim thought,
couldn’t Loren have done that?
    “Better, much better,” Metran went on, shuffing forward tosink into one of the chairs. His attendant hovered close by. The other soldier, Kim saw, had placed himself by the door with Vart. Paul had withdrawn towards Jennifer by the window.
    “Where,” Loren asked, “is the King? I sent Vart to advise him I was here.”
    “And he has been so advised,” Gorlaes answered smoothly. Vart, in the doorway, snickered. “Ailell has instructed me to convey his greetings to you, and to your—” he paused to look around, “—four companions.”
    “Four? Only four?” Metran cut in, barely audible over a coughing fit.
    Gorlaes spared him only the briefest of glances and went on. “To your four companions. I have been asked to take them under my care as Chancellor for the night. The King had a trying day and would prefer to receive them formally in the morning. It is very late. I’m sure you understand.” The smile was pleasant, even modest. “Now if you would be good enough to introduce me to our visitors I can have my men show them to their rooms … and you, my friend, can go to your richly deserved rest.”
    “Thank you, Gorlaes.” Loren smiled, but a thin edge like that of a drawn blade had come into his voice. “However, under the circumstances I count myself responsible for the well-being of those who crossed with me. I will make arrangements for them, until the King has received us.”
    “Silvercloak, are you implying that their well-being can be better attended to than by the Chancellor of the realm?” There, too, Kevin thought, his muscles involuntarily tensing: the same edge.Though neither man had moved, it seemed to him as if there were two swords drawn in the torchlit room.
    “Not at all, Gorlaes,” said the mage. “It is simply a matter of my own honour.”
    “You are tired, my friend. Leave this tedious