‘I see. And how do you propose to enact this treason?’
‘My support is all but unanimous,’ Crasp said in such a way that it was obvious, at least in his own mind, that this were indeed true. ‘I have the support of the army, and, believe it or not, of the lesser citizenry. If you do not believe me, then I will summon representatives of both, and continue summoning them until you are satisfied in your mind that I am telling the truth.’
Some movement caught Doc’s eye. He touched Finli lightly on the arm to get his attention, and pointed to a small group of Merchants sitting in the lowest tier of the gallery, directly behind the Thane. Unlike the others, they were lean, hardened-looking, and something in their bearing was utterly unlike that of their fellows.
‘Well done, James!’ Finli said under his breath. Leaning over, he said something to one of the younger Merchants, who immediately got to his feet.
‘May I ask permission to speak?’
Crasp was about to respond, but the Thane cut him off.
‘Of course, master Valen. I would hear from every faction, even the smallest.’
Valen bowed, and said, ‘May we approach? We, too, would like to present a petition, of sorts.’