‘We are done here,’ Nifadas said. ‘There will be no arrests. Prince Quillas, it is time.’
‘Do we scurry at this emperor’s command, First Eunuch?’ Quillas was shaking with rage. ‘He asks for us, well enough. Let the bastard wait.’ He wheeled on Hull Beddict. ‘Know that I intend to proclaim you an outlaw and traitor of Lether. Your life is forfeit.’
A weary smile was Hull’s only reply.
Nifadas spoke to Seren. ‘Acquitor, will you accompany us to our audience with the emperor?’
She was surprised by the offer, and more than a little alarmed. ‘First Eunuch?’
‘Assuming Buruk is prepared to wait, of course. I am certain he will be, and I will send someone to inform him.’ He gestured and one of his servants hurried off. ‘Hull Beddict, I presume you are on your way to speak with Emperor Rhulad? At the very least, accompany us to the citadel. I doubt there will be any confusion of purposes once we enter.’
Seren could not determine the motives underlying the First Eunuch’s invitations. She felt rattled, off balance.
‘As you wish,’ Hull said, shrugging.
Nifadas in the lead, the four Letherii left the guest house and made their way towards the citadel. Seren drew Hull a pace behind the First Eunuch and Prince Quillas. ‘I’m not sure I like this,’ she said under her breath.
Hull grunted, and it was a moment before Seren realized it had been a laugh.
‘What is funny about that?’
‘Your capacity for understatement, Acquitor. I have always admired your ability to stay level.’
‘Indecisiveness is generally held to be a flaw, Hull.’
‘If it is certainty you want, Seren, then join me.’
The offer was uttered low, barely audible. She sighed. ‘I do not want certainty,’ she replied. ‘In fact, certainty is the one thing I fear the most.’
‘I expected that sort of answer.’
Two K’risnan met the party at the entrance and escorted them into the throne chamber.
Emperor Rhulad was seated once more, his new wife standing at his side, on the left. Apart from the two K’risnan, no-one else was present. Although Mayen’s face was fixed and without expression, something about it, ineffable in the way of the secret language among women, told Seren that a consummation had occurred, a binding that was reflected in Rhulad’s dark eyes, a light of triumph and supreme confidence. ‘Hull Beddict,’ he said in his rough voice, ‘blood brother to Binadas, you arrive in questionable company.’