They arrived at the palace and a locked iron gate. The building was huge. Multiple structures all strung together over a massive lawn. From one end to the next, the estate occupied a district all of its own. Goge disembarked and was instantly assaulted by shouting.

“That’s him! That’s him!" Two guards lowered their halberds and closed the distance. They did not appear to be the typical Akunian citywatch. Instead, they looked like mercenaries or private security. Both were muscular and wore the standard chainmail that had become so popular in this region. Goge helped Lily down from the carriage before addressing them.

"Move from my path or I shall kill you." He navigated between the startled guards as they attempted to position themselves on either side. The gate itself had been laced with a heavy chain and a shiny new lock. "I could break it, but I do not enjoy the idea of destroying my own property. Are there any suggestions from the audience?"

He looked back to see Lily shake her head. The carriage driver had decided not to get involved and gave a short wave of his hand before departing. The guards had finally circled around to opposite sides with weapons at the ready. Goge placed a hand on the thick iron lock and closed his eyes.

"There is a spell for this. But a great deal of time has passed since I last used it."

"You forgot the spell?"

He opened his eyes and turned to glare at Lily. "You know... You also have powers. Why am I always the one who must perform? I have not witnessed you cast a single spell since our first meeting. When shall you decide to be useful?"

"I have powers?”

Goge went back to focusing on the lock. One of the guards drew closer and aimed the point of a halberd at his midsection.

"Get away from the gate!" the man yelled. Goge stretched out his left hand and cast the spell ‘Paralyze’ in a wide arc. He kept his eyes closed and continued to focus on the lock. The sound of the man clattering against the ground let him know the spell had found its target.

Lily groaned. "Too hot here."

"Allow me a moment."

"By the gods, what did you do?! You killed him!" The other guard rushed to the aid of his companion.

The lock shattered with a loud snap. It was only after Goge felt the metal shards sliding through his fingers that he realized what he had done wrong. With a sigh of annoyance, he let the pieces fall from his hand and pulled the chain off the gate. The gate slid open a crack.

The guard knelt by his partner and tried to help him sit up. "You monster! You hideous rotter!"

"He is stunned. In time it shall end.” Goge waved Lily onward and they crossed into the palace grounds. It was an exceptionally long walk. Bright red bricks of decent quality pierced the pristine lawn all the way to the entrance, yet there was not even the slightest breeze to relieve them from the sun’s oppression. The road ended in a circle at the front entrance with two stairways leading up to an unguarded double door.

An extravagant entry did not fail to impress; tall columns with smooth edges took considerably more space than was necessary in the enormous first room. Even the entryway appeared to be designed for giants rather than humans. Beyond them rose a staircase so wide that ten men could march up the spiral construction without touching shoulders.

It was also amazingly empty. Only scuff marks and trash remained. With such a sprawling estate, it was odd that there would be no staff manning the entrance. Lily could only offer a shrug in response to Goge’s glance.

"Looters!" From the ivory staircase came a woman’s voice. After a few moments an older woman in a dark red dress began to make her way down. "Looters come, but there is nothing left to take! There is nothing left to steal… Except me."

Goge and Lily moved to separate sides of the stairway to get a good look at her. An unskilled hand had spent the morning applying her makeup. She had long curly brown hair and was wearing a dress that was one size too big. But this did not slow her down as she carefully descended each step and paused on the last.

"I am Goge. The new Lord of Akune. And you are....?"

The woman stepped down and bowed deeply. "My lord… I am Vera Vactransa. Your maidservant."

"What happened here, Vera?"

"Looters, my lord. Hordes of them!" She raised her hands in the air for additional effect. "They came in the night and began stealing everything they could carry. They worked tirelessly until mid-morning. Some of them even removed their shirts and showed their muscled chests. I was appalled!"

“Did the guards try to stop them?” Lily asked.

Goge folded his hands behind his back. "Here it comes..."

Vera seemed on the verge of tears. "The guards actually helped them! When Lord Nath hears of this he will surely be heartbroken."

Goge cleared his throat. "Yes, I am sure. Was anyone injured by this lawless display?"

"Oh yes. Several of the men fell down the stairs while trying to move one of the larger chests. Mister Desmond saw to their bruises."

A well-dressed man entered from the adjoining room and crossed the tiled floor. He was thin and somewhat elderly, with peppered hair and sharp lines around his features. "Good afternoon, sir."

Goge turned to greet him with a nod. "Hello."

"I am Desmond, the head butler. And you are?"

"Lord Goge of Akune."

The man bit his lip. "And... and so you are. Apologies, my lord. I had not expected you."

"Who is currently on staff?"

"That remains to be seen. As of yesterday the palace employed sixty-four maids, butlers, chefs and groundskeepers. However, they have all gone home today. They believe that their employment has become precarious."

"That is a shame, as I plan to pay considerably more than their former employer. Would it be of interest to you?"

"Of course, my lord. If it pleases, I shall begin immediately. I..." Desmond stared at Lily.

Goge gestured. "Ah yes, this is Lily, my slave. As you can see, she has horns. She is a rare breed of horned elf."

"I see. It is a pleasure to meet you." Desmond gave a slight bow.

Vera extended her hand and lightly brushed against one of the horns. Lily jerked her head away and glared.

Goge pointed to the adjoining room. "It is important that we discuss finances, Mister Desmond. Your fee aside, we must get the palace back up and running as quickly as possible."

"Of course, my lord."

****

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During David's tenure as archpriest, his library had been in a disorganized state. It was once a storage room, but now it housed all the books that would not fetch a price at the market. These were piled carelessly, showing no signs of order. Even after a decade, the scene remained unchanged.

He had managed to get himself a small desk and chair, but he quickly found himself stacking volumes on those as well. Until today there had been little reason to organize this mess. After climbing over a few piles, he found himself wedged between two overflowing bookcases and began to hunt through the volumes until he found what he needed. The cover was worn and the pages were yellowing: 'A Domain Entity's Guide'. Though its print was small and the illustrations sparse, he scanned its final chapters while sitting on a rather firm stack of documents. It was not long before he found himself whispering.

"Partitioned Abyss, sixth category. Species: Nakiri. Forehead, horns like a ram, porcelain skin. Males have wings and a long thin tail whereas the females are more human in appearance."

David lowered the book. There were no illustrations and the author lamented that he did not know more. A few letters to the academy in Grencia provide more answers, but for right now he would just have to keep digging.

He closed the book and gave his back a long stretch. "What is going on in this city?"

Abyssals were extremely uncommon and usually the result of a botched summoning ritual. Once in a great while, one might hear of such a mishap. Although rare, events such as these would conclude with a creature taking form and visiting untold destruction on those present. Typically nobles, these were foolish souls that were too blinded by hubris to understand the danger.

Historically, allied kingdoms would send special teams of spellcasters to banish such a creature, but David had never been party to such a thing. Such work was for heroes and legends, not an impoverished monk. Never in his life did he think one such creature would stroll into the temple and offer a polite greeting.

David climbed back over the books to the door and stepped out into the darkened corridor. It was a short walk to the kitchen and although there was no food to be found, Sato had arrived with a small basket.

"The beast emerges from his cave." The tall man drew back the lid of his basket to reveal a small collection of fruit inside.

David managed a smile and leaned closer. "You spoil me."

"I recommend the bananas. They were shipped in and will not last long."

"Yes, I suppose you are right."

"How are you doing?"

"Better with some food."

"Take all you want. This is for everyone."

David smiled again and suppressed his guilt for just a moment. Long enough to pluck a banana out of the basket and begin peeling it. "We would be lost without you, Sato."

“I wish I could have grabbed more.”

A dull pain began to fill David’s head and he did his best to ignore it. “Do… do not speak that way. It is dangerous enough that you take this much. If someone were to see…”

“I heard there were bagels earlier.”

“I heard that too.”

“Why didn’t you come out and have one?”

“There was something that needed to be researched. It was very important.” David leaned against the counter as he ate. He was trying not to speak with his mouth full, but hunger had taken over.

“You can’t keep doing that. Some might call it virtuous to starve while others feast, but only to a point.”

“I was really researching.”

“Sure you were…” Sato began unloading some of the fruit into the pantry as he talked. “But sometimes I wonder if you are punishing yourself unjustly.”

“Unjustly,” David repeated. The pain in his head had grown and was threatening to become debilitating. It was not something he would let bother him. He knew from experience that these headaches would come and go without warning. There was also a chance that they were hunger-related.

"Have you heard about what happened to Lord Nath?"

"No. What happened?"

"I heard it from one of my clerk friends. Lord Nath was assaulted by a vagrant from the dockyard."

"When? Today?"

"Yesterday morning, they let him walk away. Everyone is going crazy and citywatch has no idea what to do."

"They did not seize the man?"

The peace shattered when an acolyte burst into the kitchen and noticed them by the pantry door. It was Joon. "Sato! Go out the back!"

David hid the rest of his banana in a pocket of his robes. "What is it?"

"A lot of citywatch are at the entrance. A carriage as well."

Sato raced to the back rooms while David walked out into the corridor with Joon, leaving the basket on the kitchen counter. He intended to find a room with a window so he could see what was happening, but as soon as he crossed the corridor, a voice echoed from the entrance. "Where is the chief beggar?!"

David parted from Joon with a nervous glance. "Send… send them to the library."

After hurrying back to the library he quickly seized a seat by the window and hauled open a few books to make it appear he had been reading. More distant shouting, followed by a clatter so unexpectedly loud that it nearly caused David to stand back up and investigate.

A voice echoed from down the hall. "Bring him out or bring me to him!"

The approaching footsteps of several armored men resumed after a brief pause. The air was thick with dread, but he resigned himself to playing the part with a deep breath. David recognized a familiar face when the door opened: Hammond, a watchman who usually haunted City Hall as well as the market district. Although not a follower of Mynar, he was sometimes accused of being a nice guy if one met him outside of his patrol. He stood in the doorway and regarded the archpriest as David slowly rose to greet visitors.

Baudin stepped forward and put a hand on Hammond's shoulder. A nobleman, Baudin had a large build with broad shoulders and a thick neck. His face was gaunt with deep scars under his red cheeks. The man was visibly irritated, but still managed an arrogant look in his eye.

David gave a polite bow. His head felt like it was going to explode. “Mister Baudin... I do not… I do not think we have met. What...” After an indeterminate little sound escaped his throat, the archpriest continued. “What can the temple do for you?"

Baudin's eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped closer with clenched hands at his side. "It is about that man you met today."

"Oh?" David returned to his seat, motioning to the chair across from him. As Hammond shut the door, the priest could not help but fold his arms across his stomach. Baudin approached, ignoring the invitation.

"He pretends to be someone from the history books. He murdered Lord Nath and has taken up residence at the palace."

David shut his eyes as he tried to ignore the pain in his head. This was not the time for it. "Mur… Murdered? Why? Why would he do that?"

"‘Thought you could tell me. What did he say to you?"

David glanced from Baudin to Hammond and back. "He… he claimed to replace Lord Nath as governor. When… when he was here, I mean, that is what he said. He said nothing of murder. I did not even know if this man was telling the…"

Baudin's expression twitched as he towered above the priest. A slow breath followed up the onset of a sneer. "What else did he say?"

"N… not much… really."

Baudin leaned forward with a glare.

"I don't… I don’t… I don’t know what we talked about. History, the city, Mynar, the temple."

"What did he look like?"

"Short, strange clothes... His face is scarred; he has a big scar across his nose. Old… white hair. Short white hair." He tried to remember. He could envision the man sitting in that chair across from him once again, but this time there was a kind of glow around him as he smiled back. Like a halo. Had that happened? Was David remembering it wrong or had the light from the window caught his features at just the right moment?

Baudin snapped him back before he even realized he was trailing off. "Why does he pretend to be the Mage King? Does he really believe it?"

"I … do not know. He claims to support the temple."

"Our people say he has a girl with him. She appears to be his property. He tells everyone she is an elf, but she is some sort of monster."

David wanted to crawl under his bed and hide. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know anything about it. Perhaps I shouldn’t talk about it. I don’t want to get involved.”

Baudin stared into his eyes and balled his right hand into a fist. "David… I do not know what you are trying to hide, but if you don’t tell us then I will order my guards to burn this place."

"No! You would not… You do not mean that…"

Baudin lowered his gaze to make himself appear more intimidating, yet his eyes betrayed his frustration. "I will. I’ll do it and I’ll order my men to kill anyone in the way."

All at once, the ache drained from his head. "I.... I.... I am not sure if I believe you."

"What?"

David’s heart was still racing, yet he found his anxiety replaced by something new. It was anger. "You won't burn this temple. You... you won't burn the temple because then one of us would tell Goge what you did. And that scares you. That is why you are here threatening me. You are terrified of him. And you don’t know what else to do."

Baudin shifted his stance. David was breathing dangerously fast, but he did not feel lightheaded. His fear had retreated back into the pit of his stomach and so he decided to stand up. With shoulders back, he did his best to return the man's glaring expression.

“David, you had better weigh this carefully. I asked you a question and now you’re going to…”

“No. No, I am not.”

"Have you gone mad?!"

“Get out!”

Baudin was silent for what felt like an eternity. The look of frustration had turned to surprise. Taking a step back, he turned to the door and pushed past Hammond on his way out. The big man opened his mouth to comment, but decided to follow instead.

With a shaking hand, David stepped forward to close the door. Instead of screaming, he inhaled deeply and tried to steady himself. On any other day he would have berated himself for such a reckless act of defiance. Yet today, he was unable to muster even a moment's worth of regret.

Fear had appeared before him in an entirely unexpected place: in the eyes of Baudin. Fear of words, fear of Goge, and fear of the unknown. It was hard for him to articulate what had happened when he stared into that man's eyes. A terror that David had become so familiar with over the years had somehow infected that noble. How many more would it touch?

The sound of footsteps grew faint. Replaced by silence. David took another deep breath and waited for his heart to slow. He moved to the window to look outside again. The overcast sky above the empty streets made him think for a moment that no one had visited at all. A faint knock at the door hardly stopped before Joon let himself in.

"They are gone."

"Thank Mynar. It is difficult to believe that just happened."

Joon looked as if he had aged ten years. "I tried to hear through the door. Does this have anything to do with the warehouse food?"

"No, they are after that man from this morning."

“The one with the elf child? Why?”

“I… I think something has changed.”

****

The sun made its final appearance of the day when it poked out from behind the clouds and cast long shadows across the palace courtyard. On short notice, Desmond had done an excellent job of restaffing the palace and it did not take long for a few barrels to be arranged for them to dine upon. Two chefs prepared a delicious meal, but unfortunately, the stew turned out to be poisoned. This was despite the fact that it had been prepared with such great care. Lily was especially disappointed.

They did the best they could with bread and an assortment of fruit before retiring for the evening. Vera found two cotton mattresses to lay upon the floor and even prepared a room for Lily across the hall. It was a pitiful display for the Lord of Akune (and his slave). But no one said this would be easy.

Shortly after nightfall, he fell onto the lumpy mattress and summoned a shade to keep watch. Despite the difficulties of today's activities, tomorrow's looked to be even more strenuous. However, with a good night’s sleep, he was sure...

Goge woke to his minion stirring. Shades were incapable of speech; yet, a necromantic connection bound it to him. “Movement”: somewhat more of a feeling than a word. If it could be called an emotion, then the sensation might certainly have come across as one of annoyance. Goge opened his eyes and looked into the darkness. He doubted that it could have been midnight quite yet when tapping came from the door.

Goge rolled over and begrudgingly sat up. The tapping came again. As the voice from the hallway was too muffled to hear, he stood and crossed the empty bedroom to the door. Outside a well-dressed man stood with a rather expensive-looking lamp.

"What is it, Desmond?"

"Lord Goge, or whoever you claim to be, it would seem your executioner has arrived."

He rubbed his eyes. "My executioner?"

"Yes, indeed. It would seem the king's men have gathered outside and await your arrival. I assured them they would not be kept waiting."

"Could you not insist they return in the morning?”

Desmond offered the lamp. "Well, the truth is that I believe everyone has grown quite tired of this farce. It is time you are punished for your many crimes. Do you require assistance collecting your things?"

"No, thank you. Please inform them that I am on my way."

He took a step back and tardily closed the bedroom door. Goge rubbed his eyes again. Exhaustion urged a return to his slumber, yet he doubted they had a mind to wait. He required a moment to reequip his gear and stifled a yawn as he passed into the corridors.

The courtyard was exceptionally well lit. A hundred guards lined up against the outer fence, all with lanterns. Goge recognized Commander Teric and Hammond, but a few men without uniforms filtered among the horde as well. Desmond smirked from his position by the door. The smug butler held out his hands as if presenting him.

Lily and Vera stood nearby. Lily appeared tired, but Vera was as fresh as ever. She wore her maid uniform and stuck close to Desmond.

"I liked the Goge fellow. I don't know why everyone is so cross," he heard Vera whisper.

"He is a murderer and a fiend. The king's men keep us safe from people like him." Desmond did not bother to lower his voice.

Goge stepped past them and turned to Lily. "It seems they would not allow either of us to sleep."

She nervously glanced at the citywatch and back to him. "They said I did not have to be your slave anymore. The commander is going to send me to the capital – always wanted to see the capital."

"It is overrated." Goge turned to the citywatch and began to take measured paces to the spot they had gathered. After a few steps, Teric silenced his lieutenants and hurriedly crossed the distance in order to meet him halfway across the lawn.

"I thank you for coming out. We were concerned that the palace would be damaged."

Goge gave a nod. "I think it is I who should be thanking you. I share the same concern."

The commander gestured to the west lawn as another man approached from the far side of the courtyard.

"Who is this?"

Commander Teric scrutinized his expression. "I will let him introduce himself. You and I were unable to speak this morning and I wanted to extend an invitation to surrender before he arrived."

Goge took a moment to stretch his aching back. "Thank you for the offer. It is appreciated."

Teric stared with a nervous intensity. "Please take it seriously. It is outside my power to offer you a trial, but at least it would spare you from what they intend."

“No, thank you.” Goge waved him away.

“An attempt was made.” Teric turned and signaled his watchmen as he marched back to their lines. The column backed up a bit and secured their crossbows. Goge was sure they would not disobey in a fit of panic, but the commander did not seem keen on taking chances tonight.

The new arrival paused at a distance of four or five wagons. His silver and red cape swayed gently in the breeze. A hood pulled low over the bridge of his nose obscured his face. In his left hand, he held a white staff. A heavy gauntlet nearly twice the size of the hand it covered clung to his right. The mage grinned as he looked upon Goge's disheveled appearance and matted white hair.

"Do I look disappointed?!"

Goge raised an eyebrow. "What?"

His uncovered mouth portrayed a playful smile. "I am Rav IImani, Vice Council to the King's Royal College of Magic. Do I look disappointed?!"

"No?"

Rav took a few cautious steps closer. "Well I am! I would have liked to have dueled the real Goge!"

"Why?"

The mage chuckled and held his weapons out to both sides. "Why?! You ask why?! This is all I have ever wanted! All the mage kings! Hyeon, Malcore, Vittren, Chuon, Razzik, Kiyoko, Sycorax. I studied them all my life and do you know what I have learned?"

"Surely, you will tell me."

The mage smiled again, but slowly lowered his arms. "I think... I think I am wasting this speech on you. Who are you really? Some merchant from Tarif islands?"

"Who do you believe I am?"

"I believe you are a farmer." Rav's expression sagged at the revelation. "I suspect you grew tired of paying taxes. I suspect you set out to assassinate the king's subject out of jealousy. You used a ‘Lesser Shock’ spell on that unarmed man because it is the only spell you know. Overcast the hell out of it too. Like a novice."

"How do you know I am not a blacksmith?"

Laughter erupted. The mage pulled back his hood and planted his staff in the dirt. "Simple. None of the locals are missing a blacksmith. It appears that the absence of a blacksmith is something people would take notice of! Are you ready?!"

"Certainly."

A bright blue flash, and Rav's gauntlet crackled to life as he drew it back. He twisted his arm and ejected a river of lightning at Goge. No sooner had the power poured from him than he thrust his staff into the air and conjured a lesser version of the spell ‘Fire Storm’.

Flames sprang from the dirt and seared the very air around them. The sky opened up and hot death fell from the clouds. All along the south side of the palace each window shattered in rapid succession. The lightning intensified as each of the watchmen covered their ears against the sound of thunderous explosions. But the most spectacular destruction came with the first strike of azure fire; it lanced out of the heavens and struck the patch of lawn where Goge was standing, leaving him no time to react.

The grass around them burned too quickly and failed to carry the flames, instead turning the dirt underneath it into smooth glass. A wave of heat rolled through the courtyard. It was so intense that several onlookers were forced to drop to the ground and crawl away. Vera screamed, but the sound was lost amidst the deafening roar. The citywatch backed against the fence while Desmond and Lily led Vera through the doorway to take shelter. After what seemed to be the end of the world, the assault ended and the watchmen rallied themselves together once more.

Goge stood motionless. Although flames and smoke rose around him, he remained unharmed. The storm clouds had dissipated and the larger fragments of the shattered moon were shining brightly. After several moments, the wind returned to a soft breeze and the necromancer took a single step forward.

Rav peered through the haze of departing smoke. “Impossible. An illusion?" Rav used his staff to dispel all magic within a tight area, but Goge was no illusion. His cane, satchel and half cape faded into view as the spell washed over him and removed the effects that hid them.

"You are unharmed, that is not possible." Rav removed the gauntlet and stretched out a shaking hand to cast Fireball. A sphere of burning energy burst from his palm in a blast of orange and white light, yet it never reached its target. It hit the ground, bounced off the surface and flew into the sky. He cast again and again. He leaned forward and extended his staff, unleashing a torrent of magic that blasted away everything ahead in a thick blue line except for Goge, who remained untouched as the glowing energy washed over him.

Ten female ghosts rose from the ground in a circle around Rav, appearing as ethereal wisps of light. They were armed with spears and dressed in glittering silver ball gowns, apparitions unlike anything Rav had ever witnessed. Their eyes were completely transparent, like pinholes in a sheet of paper.

Rav, in a panic, threw fire and lightning as he was encircled, yet the spells had no effect on these creatures. He drew back and lifted his arms in a desperate attempt to shield himself, but froze at the sight of his adversary.

Goge stood an arm’s length away. He lifted his ornate cane and a thin blade of green light sprung from the end like a kama. Rav recognized it instantly. It was not of this world; an infernal weapon. Only now could he see Goge's half cape clearly and the golden circle with two lines sewn into the black cloth.

"You... You really are him." The weapon carved out his throat in a single slash. Onlookers gasped in horror as he collapsed, while the specters held their attacks in anticipation of the necromancer’s command.

Goge shoved him with a boot so that he lay face up. "It is unlikely that Sycorax would have been impressed."

Satisfied the man was dead, Goge turned to the bewildered watchmen by the fence. The blade on his weapon retracted and after a tense moment, he motioned toward Teric before setting out to meet him once again. Everyone who held a crossbow made ready, but nobody dared fire. After a short walk, Teric presented himself.

"Spare my men. Kill me, but spare my men. Many of them didn't want to come here tonight. I convinced them. They have families. Let them stack arms and leave. If you want to blame someone, blame me. But let them go."

Goge scanned the crowd a second time. There had been a collection of people without brown cloaks, but where had they gone? "This is not all of you. There were others here a moment ago. Did they flee?"

Teric pressed his lips together and straightened his posture. With a heavy head, Goge choked back a yawn, but was forced to let it out before gesturing to the watchmen. "Double shifts. Double shifts for everyone. You see to it.”

He turned his back on them and started back across the grass toward the palace.

"Thank you, my lord." The words came so quietly that it was difficult to know where they had come from. With another gesture from Goge’s hand, the ghosts lowered their weapons and shrank back into the dirt.

The door of the palace was closed, but Lily and Vera were peeking out from behind the curtains of a broken window. The door wobbled as he opened it and stepped inside. Fortunately, nothing inside the palace appeared to be damaged. The fact that it did not possess furniture did not immediately register and he found himself standing next to a lantern set atop an upright barrel.

“Ah good, the lantern is undamaged.”

Vera leapt from the shadows and wrapped her arms around his neck. “My boy! My handsome boy! I was so scared you would be hurt."

"Control yourself, Vera. Take your hands from me. Where is the slave girl?" He gave a quick look around before spying Lily by the corridor. She began to approach, but found herself halted by Goge’s gesture to the stairway. “Bed. Right now. And stay there."

"No. I am going to the capital."

"Madness! You are a demon child from the abyss. How do you know you are not already in the capital? You do not even know what that place is named, you keep referring to it as the capital."

Vera tore herself away and stood in front of him, a smile still painted across her face.

Lily folded her arms defiantly. "I do not need to know the capital’s name to know that it is very far from here."

"It shall seem a lot further when I trade you to nomad sailors." He pointed to the stairs again and she eventually complied. Desmond, on the other hand, remained motionless. The lamplight poked at his sulking expression. "Mister Desmond, what troubles you? Are you disappointed?"

The butler shook his head and dropped his gaze to the floor.

"There is a corpse on the lawn. Do not make it your concern. If the citywatch does not carry it with them then I shall order it to relocate itself in the morning." Goge proceeded to the staircase, but paused on the first step. "I will expect a large and rather unpoisoned breakfast when I wake. If this requires you to replace the chef, then so be it."

With a few quick steps, Vera danced to his side. "My love, what of Lady Lily?"

"Miss Vera, what is wrong with you?"

"I do not know what you mean, my love. Is it wrong to show concern for Lady Lily and her travel plans?"

He gave her a long and rather cold stare. "You shall address me as Lord Goge, my lord, or sir. Do not address me as your love. Is this understood?"

"I understand. I shall keep our affections private."

"Make certain to keep them so private that even I am unaware of them." Goge left the lantern for them to enjoy and continued the rest of the way alone.

Back in his bedroom, Goge crossed the empty chamber and inspected the window. Shards of glass littered the floor next to it as black smoke coiled around the edges of the frame and wrapped around the form of a creature.

He pointed to the shade in the most accusing way he could manage. "And where the hell were you? I was outside getting attacked by mages while you were in here relaxing."

Rather than feign embarrassment, it ignored his complaints and moved with slow, uncertain jerks toward the far wall.

"Go guard the door."

Spurred by his command, the creature shot across the room with surprising speed. Goge turned his gaze back to the bedding in the corner. "Now, where were we?" Sleep was slow to claim him. When it did, he dreamt of eggs on toast.

****

The next day dawned just as gray as the previous. Filtered tendrils of sun, barely visible through the clouds, created a gloomy atmosphere on the palace's upper floor. And yet this mood could not last; as the smell of freshly cooked food began to rise from the kitchen, it permeated every room and corridor. It curled its way into the minds of those that woke up hungry, into the stomachs of those that rose early and into the hearts of those that awoke full of cynicism.

Goge poked his head out into the hallway only to see Lily do the same from the room across. With a rare moment of solidarity they took in the scent of fresh breads and breakfast meats, an experience that was quickly interrupted by a burst of laughter coming from the downstairs banquet hall.

Lily smiled. "Do you think they have bagels?"

"I smell ham."

Although the line was long, the wait was brief. The large dining hall packed servants into two long tables that ran along each side. The aromas wafting through the room tantalized everyone and played across every dish. Several cooks marched up and down the back of the tables, preparing food and swapping trays.

Desmond entered with another tray, but placed it down upon noticing their arrival. “Everyone! Everyone! May I present to you, the master of the house and rightful Lord of Akune, Lord Goge and his slave, the Lady Lily!”

Silence descended on the large room, blotting out the open whispers and chuckling. All eyes had turned, yet Goge did not allow this awkward moment to last. Snatching a plate and pointing to the center table, he offered them all a quick nod and bid Lily to sit. Fake smiles and nods showered them as the room leisurely returned to polite whispers.

Two men in mismatched suits appeared at their side and carefully laid a banquet after they had seated.

Desmond approached. “Oh good, I see the chairs have arrived. Is the food to your liking?"

Lily shot him a grateful nod as she ate and Goge gestured to the windows between bites. "I noticed you had much of the glass fixed. How did you manage on such short notice?"

“The staff was instrumental. It was a challenging task, yet we managed. Uniforms shall take longer, I fear."

Goge swallowed a bite of egg on toast and eyed the hashbrowns with greed. “There is a gentleman in the merchant district who can assist with that. He runs an establishment called Mosasaur Bonin's Clothworks. You may wish to retain his services.”

“Yes, my lord. I was aware of Mister Bonin’s shop until recently.”

“Until recently?”

“As I was informed – two nights ago one of Mister Bonin’s customers made a generous gift of several hundred gold tani. It seemed that this was more coin than he had ever seen in his life. Supposedly he closed his shop and set sail the following morning.”

Goge’s muscles stiffened and his eyes darted back to the table. He cleared his throat. “Yes, well, that is unfortunate.”

Desmond took a step closer and came to Lily’s side so that he could stand opposite Goge. He lowered his voice. "My lord… About last night… Although I do not deserve it, I beseech you to forgive … my treason. I was arrogant and ill-mannered."

"It was not treason. One may not betray something they have not sworn to."

“Even so, my lord, I must apologize.”

“If you require forgiveness, then you have it.”

Lily stood to reach over the table, straining both arms for the hash browns. Desmond quickly assisted her. “I did not expect it to be so freely offered.”

Goge shook his head. “A great deal of change shall soon come to this city and it is best if everyone learns to accept it. Where I grew up we had a saying: ‘The gods have seen fit to let me live another day and I intend to make that everyone's problem.'”

Desmond gave a slight bow as Lily returned to her seat. “Thank you, my lord. Is there anything else you require this morning?”

“Prepare a bath for me and then get yourself some rest. You must be exhausted after arranging all of this."

"Of course, my lord."

He bowed one last time before drawing the attention of select subordinates and returning to the kitchen.

Goge watched him depart and found himself glancing around at the assortment of palace staff. They were already taking seconds. It seemed as if Desmond had provided a breakfast which was both abundant and delicious.

It was puzzling how the man had recruited so many in half a day. Although the coin had been plentiful, it failed to explain why so many would make themselves available after last night's altercation. On any other day this might warrant investigation – but not today.

****

Akune's streets sparked alive. People strolled past vendors offering fresh food and household items, while others advertised sales on clothing and linens. The sidewalks were under the control of these vendors. With their scented oils, dried fruits and meats, and wooden tools. They had set up shop on either side of the street and the commoners gave no respect to traffic. Instead, the carriage Goge hired had to slow down at several crossroads to allow passage.

Goge did not mind flaunting his minions to the public, yet sunlight bothered spectral bodies and limited their effectiveness. A collection of Yurei were forced to follow underground. Although passing through solid earth slowed their pursuit, this would ensure they would be at full strength if combat were joined.

His carriage passed an old woman selling flowers from a basket. So fresh and vibrant, when he caught their blossoming scent it threatened to remind him of better days.

Before long, they arrived. The size of the library doubled that of the temple. The entrance displayed a large collection of signs listing the names of its benefactors and each brass plaque appeared to have been recently polished. The carriage slowed to a halt and allowed Goge and Lily to disembark before climbing the steps.

Eventually, they arrived at a massive double door bracketed by decoration, long since bolted from the outside. Another, smaller door had been installed next to it and this now served as the new entrance. Goge pushed against it, but found it locked. He knocked politely. There was no answer. He looked at Lily.

Her questioning stare seemed more of an accusation. "Do you remember the spell?"

Goge gripped his cane and thumped it against the door. "Open up!"

No answer.

"I am Commander Teric of the King's Majesty High Super Guard and official prime lord prince-authority of noble knighthood royalty! Open up in the name of the king!!" He glanced at Lily in the hope that she would applaud his cleverness, yet she did not have a smile to spare.

A loud noise rattled the other side of the door, as if a bolt had been thrown. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a short man with a thin face. A brown cloak and iron badge marked him as a member of the Akunian Citywatch.

"Out of my way."

The man's eyes widened and years of practice allowed him to draw his sword with lightning speed. Goge was faster, placing a hand on Lily's shoulder and using the pommel of his cane to cast ‘Elemental Wave’. A bright red flash erupted from the space around him as a shockwave ripped through the doorway and filled the interior building. The watchman was hurled across the reception hall as the spell shook the very walls and passed through to the rooms beyond, overturning tables and knocking portraits to the floor.

"Once again, citywatch spoils the mood." Goge stepped into the library, his cane still smoking from the blast.

Lily scowled and raced to the man's side, reaching down to pull on his arm. He struggled to breathe and remained motionless as she attempted to sit him up. After a brief moment, the guard gasped and coughed. He was not hurt, but it would be a few moments before he could be called recovered. Lily found his sword and took care to drag it to him. He reached for it reflexively, but paused as Goge’s gaze washed over him.

"What is...?” A rat-faced man with glasses and a suit rushed into the room. He examined the upset scene, but appeared more concerned by the portraits and furniture than anything else. "What is going on down here?!"

The guard clambered back up and accepted his weapon, sliding it back into its sheath. "An intruder, sir."

"Good morning. I am Lord Goge. I am here to inquire..."

The man interrupted. "We are closed!"

"And now you are open."

"We are a private institution and not open to the public." The man pushed his glasses further up his nose with a finger.

"I am not the public and it would appear your method of operation is at an end. This building is now city property."

The man blinked in surprise. "...but the council."

"You should speak to the council. Ask their advice. Afterward you should dispose of all the contraband you are hiding in the basement."

“You have no…"

"All of it. When you are finished, you may report to City Hall and we can discuss funding. I doubt you will ask to resign, yet that is also an option you may enjoy."

The watchman rubbed the arm upon which he had landed and carefully distanced himself from Lily. For a moment it seemed as if she might be offended by his display of cowardice, but Goge stepped past them on his way to the inner door and as he did, he gestured for her to follow.

Reluctantly, she left both men behind and followed as Goge pulled open the door to the main hall and entered a much larger world. The marble floors and vaulted ceilings of the enormous library gave the space an air of sophistication. Above them, a multitude of ornate chandeliers hung while the delicate plaster walls featured intricate patterns that had been carved with a skilled hand.

Goge could not help but feel his skin crawl at seeing the artifacts on display. There were statues of men, women, animals, mythical creatures, gods, demons, fairies, angels, monsters; none of them were attractive. A hideous display of fantasy to those who were old enough to remember. Various other display cases lay scattered about the room between bookshelves stacked with volumes of varying sizes.

“Wow.” Lily stepped up next to him to take it all in.

“I expected more books. Is this a library or a museum?” His eyes were drawn to movement behind one of the bookshelves. “You! Come out!”

A young woman with long blonde hair emerged, though reluctantly. “Me, sir?”

“How many people are hiding behind those shelves?”

“I was not… I was not hiding, sir… my lord.” Her voice was soft and respectful, though she offered no gesture of greeting. She brought her hands up slowly as her eyes locked on Lily’s horns. “I am the only one here, my lord.”

Goge glanced over her appearance. She wore the simple clothes of a peasant doing her best to fit in among the city’s elite. “Do you work here?”

“On occasion… my lord. When the library has a need.”

“Do you care for the books or clean the floor?”

Lily stomped her foot against hard marble. It did not make much of a sound, but the hall’s echo carried it far enough. “Rude! You are so rude!”

He paused to glare back at Lily. “I do not find my question to be unfair.”

“It is unfair! Everything you do is unfair! They are just doing their job and you hurt them with magic!”

“They need to be hurt, lest they forget who they are speaking to.”

The woman offered a small bow from the waist. “My lord, if it pleases you, I sometimes do both. I tend the books and sometimes I clean.”

Goge shot a smirk at Lily, as if to punctuate the woman’s words and hold them up as a product of his threatening tone. A small victory, but a victory all the same. Yet she ignored his gloating, so he returned his attention to the peasant. "Locate a book for us. Verbum noctis domini. First century."

"Verbum noctis domini is a very rare work. All we have are translated copies."

"My request is unchanged."

The woman inhaled deeply and began to sift through the maze of bookshelves. Goge took a moment to examine the stone pillars that supported the great hall's ceiling. One stood out in particular: an older construction wrapped in glyphs, it featured a symbol depicting a circle with a line under it. First Empire symbology, though he wondered if any of these people knew what it meant.

Goge’s eyes searched the other designs. "How old is this library?"

The woman’s voice came from nearby. "Two years. Although, this section was built last year with materials from the old cathedral."

He turned so that he could take in the entire structure. "If you were to store a great deal of coin in this library, where might you hide it? At first I suspected the nobles were storing it in fake books, although now I am not so sure."

"Gold? ...there is a vault in the basement. It has some of our most valuable pieces."

"No, it would not be large enough..." Goge paused as a beautiful apparition phased through the far wall and approached. It pointed to the wall it came from. "Ah, it seems the nobles are obvious."

The woman returned with a large green book. "Here it is. Good condition."

Goge accepted the book and pulled out his reading glasses. A brief moment passed as he strode toward the far wall, flipping through the book and studying its pages. A second ghost materialized overhead, but unlike the first, this one held a spectral war hammer above its head, ready to smash something. It joined the first near the far wall and drove its weapon deep through the plaster with a mighty crash.

The woman's face bent in terror after noticing these creatures. She grabbed the locket around her neck and stumbled back a few paces. “Gods protect us.”

Goge looked up from the book. "This will do. What is your name?"

"N… Nina."

"Thank you, Nina.” He gestured to the sulking girl who had decided to lounge near one of the center tables, practically leaning against it with a display of unforgivable posture. “Are you aware of my slave, Lily?"

"I… I have heard… stories, my lord."

Several more ghosts arrived and organized themselves into groups, one by the gaping hole and another by the adjoining wall. Goge gestured for them to proceed.

The ghost continued to assault the thin plaster with a series of precise attacks. A chunk tore free and shattered against the floor.

"I would like you to teach her how to read."

Nina swallowed hard. "I cannot do that."

He felt his lips pulling into a sneer as his tone betrayed annoyance. "Why?"

"I cannot involve myself."

“Teach Lily to read or I will cut your head off." He turned slightly and looked at her with eyes that advertised just how serious he was.

“How dare you...'' she replied, almost a whisper. Goge gestured to the ghosts and the demolition immediately halted. All spectral faces turned to his raised hand as Nina stammered. “How dare you… You storm in here with no manners at all and unleash these creatures, you…”

“Do not preach at me. You were aware of what these criminals were doing and yet you pretended to be ignorant when I asked. Now you have the nerve to lecture me on manners?”

“I confess to avoiding your question, but it was not my intention to take their side.”

His voice was no longer gentle or polite; it took on an air of intolerance and disgust. “Whether you were a participant or merely complacent, my lack of manners does not excuse your questionable allegiance.”

“It is treason! It is treason! Defying the nobility is punishable by death. If they suspect me of aiding you I would be executed. It is treason!”

Goge raised his cane high above his head and after just a few strides he was standing in front of the woman nearly racked by sobs. “Is that how much you cost?! A few threats of violence?! If that is what it takes to pull your strings then why is my threat insufficient?! Must I prove to you that I am more dangerous than they are?!”

A large table prevented her from backing up further. Nina’s fingers gripped the edge as she leaned back slightly. She waited for the strike to come – yet in the brief moment of silence that followed, Lily had darted from her table and placed herself in his path. Goge’s eyes drifted down as the girl silently stretched out her arms in protest. Even with her arms out, it was doubtful that she could cover enough space to block the strike, but she appeared determined to try.

“You stop it! You stop it right now!” Lily raised her voice in an attempt to sound intimidating.

“Just as well, you also require a good beating.” The cane twisted in his hand and he used the tip of it to gently stab Lily’s shoulder. The girl made an annoyed sound and briefly brought down a hand to swat it away. He continued poking, now on her other shoulder. He alternated from shoulder to shoulder, taking advantage of her small stature and limited reach.

She tried to latch onto the cane in a surprise attack. “I said stop it!”

“Insubordinate slave! I should not have fed you!”

“Five pieces of gold.” Nina’s voice drew both pairs of eyes and a pause in their dispute. “If you want me to risk my life to do this, then I need five royal tani. Up front. Right now.”

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Lily released the end of the cane as Goge corrected his posture. It was as if they were only now remembering that Nina was present. He smoothed out his long coat and then returned to the spirits standing by the hole in the wall.

They restarted their efforts to make it wider, and as he got closer, the Yurei paused so that he could reach inside. When he returned, he set ten gold coins on the table, recollected his book and held it up so that both young ladies could see the words Verbum noctis domini written on the cover.

"I shall pay ten, but you would do well to remember that this is the law now. If anyone accuses you of treason, you should direct them to it." He turned to the door. Several of the Yurei ended their assault on the wall and reached inside. They came away with a number of wooden chests, each secured with a leather strap. They lined up next to their master and waited for his next command.

Goge continued on without so much as a backward glance. "Study hard, slave girl! I shall return shortly!"

****

In contrast to carriages, wagons were much easier to find. City Hall was not very far away, but Goge found himself with a great deal of cargo to move and a carriage would not have been sufficient. A skeleton, reins in hand, drove the wagon onward while he reclined on the bench next to it. Stacked three high and laid across the backs of each of the three wagons of the convoy, each wooden chest was so snug they made no noise while bouncing along the brick streets.

Upon slowing to a stop, Goge hopped down off the bench and took notice of a clerk marking his arrival. Four guards stood by the entrance as well, but they did not react. For a moment he wondered if they were carrying out their second shift or if Teric had defied him. He thought to ask, but this would have required him to decide on whether or not he truly cared.

"My lord?" The clerk gave a quick bow. She was a short woman with dark brown hair and small black eyes. Her dress was long and her blouse was pressed. A very professional appearance.

"I have much to do. What is your business?"

The woman held up a thin ledger in an attempt to attract his attention. "It is about this account, my lord. There is no money in the treasury."

David emerged from the entrance. He gave the guards a nod and slowly ambled down the steps. His hands folded in front of his long robes. The archpriest looked at the first wagon with interest and glanced at the second as it slowed behind the first.

Goge stepped around the clerk and waved. "Father David! So good to see you!"

"I was... was just talking to your Clerk."

"My lord?" The woman tried to interrupt as he strolled to the rear of the vehicle. "My lord, that is what I am trying to tell you. Representatives of the Mynar Temple claim they have a credit with the city..."

"They do. But why are they talking to you?"

"I run the accounts for the City of Akune. My name is Beatrice. I am your clerk. I am the only clerk left."

"So they resigned?"

"Yes, my lord, this morning."

Goge struggled to pull the first chest off the wagon. "Welcome to the accounts department, Miss Beatrice."

David stepped forward. "That looks… do you... n… need help?"

"No, I shall manage," he replied, but David helped anyway. He grabbed the rope harness on one side and strained with all his might. The two men gave a sigh of relief as it gently settled against the ground.

Beatrice hugged the ledger to her chest and took another step forward. "My lord! My lord, ignore me if you wish, but this is serious. The city is bankrupt. There is no money in the safe.”

Goge remained hunched over as he untied the latch on the chest. "Father David, how much do you wish to withdraw this morning?"

"I was hoping for two hundred so that we can send for materials." David stood up straight and stretched his back a moment.

Goge flipped open the lid of the chest. Neatly stacked gold coins packed the container solid. "Did you bring a bag?"

"I... I did not."

Goge looked to Beatrice.

"I will get one." Beatrice gave a flustered expression and turned to walk back toward the entrance. Before she had taken a single step she startled at the sight of the wagon driver, not noticing until now.

David opened his hand. "Why are you using skeletons to drive gold around the city?"

"Everyone wishes to aid us. They are climbing from their graves to lend a hand."

"You are not funny, Lord Goge. The dead should be allowed to rest." The priest’s voice was softer now. In the short time since he had met the man, there appeared to be a change in him. Anyone might feign friendliness when you filled their pockets with gold, but this was something more.

"...and one day they shall." Goge waved to the guards by the entrance, but found them reluctant to approach.

David shook his head and glanced at the skeleton still seated on the bench. “Why do your minions not help?”

“Those are fast. But not strong. The horses do not enjoy their presence, so they are best left to the task they are suited for. Go with Beatrice and fetch your bag… if my employment of the dead bothers you, then I do not wish you to see what I do next.”

“W… what are you going to do?”

Goge put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Since the citywatch is too timid to assist us, I will wait until you are thoroughly distracted with other matters and then I will have these crates moved.”

****

The aging corridors, dark and uneven, desperately required the attention of a mason. It reminded David of the temple halls and he wondered if they were both built around the same time.

Beatrice had retreated to her office and was sitting at a rather shiny desk of well- polished wood. The room was brightly lit and bare except for a few books. She scribbled furiously into a ledger, but paused when he approached.

A strip was neatly cut. "This is not a proper receipt, but it will have to suffice until we get more help. Nine thousand, eight hundred is the remainder. Please keep this for your records."

She delivered it to his hand and retrieved a folded leather bag from the desk.

"Thank you, miss." He gave a bow and turned to leave, but hesitated as she stood up. She eyed him nervously and bit her bottom lip. "What is it?"

"Um… well… Since you work for... What do you want me to call you?"

"Father David. And, I don't really work for the city, it is Father David. I am the head of the temple."

"Okay. So..."

"Why… I hope I am not being too personal... but... why did you stay? When... when all the other clerks left."

Beatrice sighed and sank back to her chair. She rested her elbows on either side of the desk, her expression distant as she stared at something far away. "Because someone has to. Someone must hold this place together in case anyone ever comes back to this hellhole. It is…"

David felt his posture begin to straighten. Even as it did, the muscles in his neck and shoulders began to relax. "I understand. I understand completely."

The sound of approaching bootsteps cut this feeling short. The shadow of a tall figure fell over them as a pair of blue eyes peered down under thick brows.

"Is this City Hall? Where is everyone? Is no one charged with running this city?" His voice was refined, but bent on intimidation. He was dressed in stitched leather and wore a wide brimmed hat, which had been folded on both sides. The hat was pulled low enough that his eyes were half-hidden. The chain mail shirt that hung beneath his cloak had several metal plates sewn into it and a large sword was strapped to his hip.

David began to point at the front entrance. "I... I think..."

Beatrice gave a small sigh and painted a fake smile on her lips before glancing up. "I am. What can I do for you?"

The man leaned forward and slapped a shipping manifest on her desk. It was a thick book with the pages curled at the end, the kind that ship captains often used on multi- port ventures.

"Dockmaster won't let me unload my cargo. ‘Said it would take a few days. This is complete garbage! What the hell is going on here?"

"Did you pay the tax?" Beatrice picked up the book and began turning the pages. She searched for the tax stamp, but could not find it.

"Of course not! That's the problem! He won't accept it!"

"I think the man you want to see is outside." David gestured to the front door. Beatrice stood up.

"Father David is correct. Let us go see him." She returned the manifest and led the way.

****

Nina sat across from Lily. The child drew letters and Nina drew small animal doodles beside them. The animals helped Lily associate the letters with words, and copying those letters made it easier for her to recognize them. It was not difficult to educate a girl like her. If anything, she was more eager to learn than most other children.

This was not something that had ever received much thought, but Nina enjoyed teaching. She got to share in the joy and challenge of every tiny lesson. A momentary celebration followed each revelation. In some way, she assumed that this was how parenting must feel.

Nina pretended not to notice her horns. It would have been rude to do otherwise and, behind the unusual circumstance they had both found themselves in, Lily was just a little girl.

"Let's try another letter." Lily's quill ended another symbol and Nina scribbled a new drawing beside it. It was a snake, although she could not prevent herself from exaggerating the eyes.

"That is a rather silly snake, isn't it?" Nina mused, almost to herself.

Lily examined it. "Yes, but not a snake, it is a serpent."

"Do they have serpents where you come from?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know where you are from?" It wasn't uncommon. There were thousands of slaves that came through Akune every month: some were the products of war, some were the products of debt. Most were separated from their parents at a very early age.

"No. The dog lady brought me here."

"Dog lady?"

Lily flipped the page on the workbook and set about making a childish drawing of a woman holding a bundle. She finished by giving the woman a tail and triangle ears.

"She looks very interesting."

The girl took a moment to shade in the hair and twisted the quill around to draw two tiny eyes at the top of the bundle, as if someone were peeking out. "I remember she smelled nice. And she could run very, very fast.”

"Did she bark like a dog?"

Lily’s mouth puckered into a secret smile. "No, silly."

"Well, she still looks interesting."

"What about your parents?"

Nina opened the locket around her neck to reveal two tiny portraits. They had not been drawn by a skilled hand, yet from a distance it was relatively convincing. "Gregor and Tia. They died when I was very young. The coughing sickness."

"They look happy." The girl stared at the smiling portraits. Nina gave them a glance as well before closing the locket.

"Things were very different back then."

"Nina! You whore!" A deep voice boomed across the library, followed by a door slam. Nina nearly jumped out of her chair. From the other side of the great hall she could see a finely-dressed man stalking toward them. It only took a moment to position herself between Lily and Baron Eckard as he pointed to the massive hole in the far wall. "Where is it?! Where is my gold?! Damn you, Nina! What did you do?!"

Nina backed up against Lily's chair and brought back her arms to wall in the child. "I didn't..."

"How did he know?! Did you tell him where it was?! Damn you! Damn you, Nina!"

To her right, a stack of books toppled from one of the many bookcases, seemingly on its own. Nina sensed motion and only had a moment to realize what was about to happen.

She put up both hands in warning. "Don't! Don't come any closer!"

"Damn you! You stupid whore!" A murderous rage animated Eckard’s succession of quick steps with fists clenched on either side. Yet as he stepped within grabbing range, a blur of white light darted from between the bookcases. Eckard grunted and flailed his arms in surprise as he hit the floor. Even as his back slid across the floor, the advancing apparition pointed a spectral falchion at the man's face.

The Baron gasped, tried to scream and only drew in a panicked breath. Eckard scrambled his legs as if he were trying to stand, but the Yurei promptly stepped on his chest and pushed the blade up to his cheek.

Nina's blood was pumping buckets as she lowered her hands and tried to steady herself. It was not her wish to witness a murder, but for some reason she could not pull her eyes away from what was about to happen. The ghost waited for a long time, staring down at the man as its spectral clothing fluttered in a breeze that did not exist.

Eckard starred up into the apparition's lifeless expression and finally managed to pull a full breath into his lungs. "No! No! By all that is holy!"

"Be silent!" Nina barked. "If you wish to live, don't fight! Surely, it was guarding Goge's child and you've made it angry!"

Eckard pressed his lips together and turned his eyes to Nina. His expression begged for help. Lily put down her quill and began to stand up, but Nina placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and eased her back into the chair.

Nina advanced, her movements as delicate as a shadow. The specter gave no reaction. Another step and then another. The Baron, flanked on both sides by a table and chairs, began to slide his left hand toward one of the chair legs sitting slightly out of reach.

"Don't. Don't move. Eckard, you fool, do not give it a reason."

Nina gently reached up onto the bookshelf where she had placed her belongings and dug into her bag. Slowly, she produced a long, sharp letter opener. She took one last step until she was standing next to the Yurei. The ghost completely ignored her approach. Nina grasped the letter opener like a dagger and held it at the ready. She did not know whether or not the tiny blade could hurt such a creature, but she also did not want to be empty-handed if it decided to attack her instead. Her gaze drifted to Baron Eckard. Yet, as she saw him cowering on the marble tile, she felt something new. Solidarity – not with him, but with the creature. She hated Eckard.

This was the man who had uplifted most of the nobles in Akune. Lord Nath's right hand. Lords came and went, but it seemed that Baron Eckard had always been here. It was his money that had spared her from slavery, yet it had been his hirelings who had also brought her to market. Every year he charged Hammond an outrageous interest on that loan and every year they drew closer to the edge.

"Hammond is a good man." She found herself whispering, the point of her blade turned toward him. "He did every unspeakable thing you asked of him. He did it for me. Every year. I don't...."

Eckard shifted his gaze from Nina to her blade.

"I can't be the woman he deserves. But I owe him everything."

Nina inched another step forward. And then another. She knelt down beside the point of the spectral blade and placed her free hand against Eckard's wrist.

"You use that debt to..."

"I will release the debt."

Nina's lips parted. Shock set in as his words rang in her ear. It had come so easy. No resistance. No hesitation. Whether he was lying or telling the truth– she found herself wondering whether or not it mattered. With just a simple push of her blade, Hammond would be rid of him. No, not just Hammond: the entire city would no doubt breathe a sigh of relief. She would get away with it too. Such a grisly act would surely be blamed on Goge or his ghostly assassin. One menace slays another and who would suspect it was actually her who brought this evil to an end? No one would know. No one but...

She looked back to the table where Lily sat and found the girl's unblinking eyes locked on her expression. Nina realized she had been holding her breath. She forced herself to draw air back into her lungs and stood back up. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a single gold tani, one of the coins Goge had given her. Without any style or grace, she tossed it to the floor.

"No. Take this. That is your payment. Now Hammond owes you nothing. Neither of us owe you. You can keep whatever the remainder is. I don't care. But we will never see you again."

Nina reached out for Lily's hand and waited for the girl to gather up the writing supplies before carefully stepping around the ghost.

"By my side – let us continue your lesson in the director's office. I suspect the ghost will follow when we depart."

It was a short walk to the hall's entrance. Nina had to pause and help the girl carry some of the supplies, but as she glanced back she noticed the apparition disengage from Eckard and dutifully turn to follow.

Lily leaned close and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Who was that man?"

****

The Yurei were left behind to unload his wagons.

The basement was his top pick for storing gold, but Goge wasn't prepared to let Beatrice catalog it just yet. Assuming he was successful in preventing the nobles from reclaiming it, the treasury would be enormous.

Goge sat across from Captain Ren Valmort, staring in awe at the man's carriage. It was a work of art in terms of craftsmanship and design, with polished wood that glistened in the sunlight. The cabin was in pristine condition despite being a decade old, with finely woven curtains and hand-carved surfaces as smooth as glass. The wheels were not made of iron, but of an alloy that could dampen the vibrations of the road. The horses appeared to be strong enough to carry an army through battle, but they were much smaller than any horse Goge had seen in this realm.

This is how it was supposed to feel to ride in style. It was not uncommon for a wealthy merchant to have friends in every port (friends who could lend you a carriage on short notice), but for a carriage like this, it was clear that this man had very important associates.

Ren was staring at him. "You are acting as if you have never ridden in the back before."

"No, no, I have. Yet, I was not aware that there were carriages of such quality here in Akune. It might amaze you to see what passes for transportation in this city. Your vehicle gives me hope, as I had nearly resigned myself to walking."

"What do you mean? There aren't many ports in this kingdom without at least three different forms of conveyance. Carriage, wagon, and even those little carts used by farmers."

"Well, it does not help that most of the hirelings seem to hide from me."

“To be fair…” Ren looked down at his hands as he used his fingers to carefully crease the edges of his hat. “To be fair… I was quite worried about approaching you as well. Nearly all my associates warned me against it.”

Goge raised an eyebrow. “Nearly all? Did one wish you harm?”

Ren smiled and looked up. “Forgive my manner of speech. When I said nearly all, I was attempting not to say absolutely all of them.”

“And yet you bravely ignored their advice.”

“Not exactly…”

“There is that manner of speech again. Say what you mean.” Goge used a finger to pull back the curtains on the left window. Although they had not arrived at the dockyard, he quickly recognized the many warehouses and service buildings that surrounded it. They blurred by faster than he expected. It was impressive how fast the carriage was moving without disturbing either of its passengers.

“I intended to find someone at the city building and get a stamp on my book. Shouldn’t matter if it comes from the dockman or the number counters. It is the same stamp. They will have to accept it. Really, I did not think I would run into anyone else.”

He returned his attention to the captain, locking eyes for just a moment. “Did you mean to say you were hoping you would not run into me?”

“My lord... I saw ghosts today. Every wind a sailor ever drew on has blown me around this world several times over. But I have never seen anything like the creatures that are crawling around Akune. How can I not fear for my safety?”

Goge waved the man’s words away. “Relax your mind, Ren. It is understandable that people are excited by recent events, yet it shall all become commonplace tomorrow.”

“I do not see how…”

“Did you know there are ghosts beneath this city? Thousands of them. They have been down there since long before I was born. Long before the empire. I suspect they will be there long after we are gone. Although people might be alarmed by something they have never seen before, one should not assume that no one ever has. My return has not added interest to this world. It was simply unexpected, much like the ghosts you saw.”

Ren sat up straight and quit playing with his hat. “Well… I would certainly agree that the last few days were unexpected. Typically, my ship is in and out of Akune in just a few hours. Do not mistake me, this is a fine city you have, but here I am two days later, behind schedule.”

“A fine city. A fine city, you say.”

"Well... It is not Kayang, but as far as port cities are concerned, it seems well enough."

Goge pulled back the curtain completely and extended his arm out the window. “Look there, beyond the district, poking out from over the rooftops. The city walls. Do you see them?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Look at it and you will see all the stones that were quarried from the greatest civilization this pathetic world has ever known. It is fine that you compliment it, yet I suspect you do so because you did not receive the privilege of knowing what came before. If Toth is a kingdom worthy of praise, then you should know that ten centuries past – the oceans were half their size and every city in this world was a jewel to be cherished. Now look. Look what these idiots have done. Pulled it all down and turned it into a primitive pile. Had the people of this world taken care of what we left behind, you would not be forced to live this way. This may as well be a collection of slave tents, dressed in the bones of greatness!"

He had to peel his eyes away from the mismatched stones in the distance. At least the library had been put up with some level of care, yet that distant wall was inexcusable. A disgusting display of apathy. Not only for what those stones were once a part, but for the lack of effort invested in what became of it. And what purpose could it serve? Surely not to keep anyone out. It would not take a mage to topple something so poorly crafted. A few dozen peasants and a bit of rope would do the job just fine.

He glanced back to Ren for approval, but found the man frozen with large, unblinking eyes. It was something Goge was not expecting: a certain kind of fear that takes hold when you start to think someone has confined you with a potentially dangerous animal. What had he said? Had he been shouting? He closed the curtain and rested his back against the bench. "Sir, I am upset, forgive my weakness. This… this was not what I meant to say."

Ren took a slow breath. “It would seem I am not the only one who has had a difficult week.”

“It started off well enough.”

“May I ask what happened?”

Goge gazed at the floor for a brief moment. “The past came back to haunt me, I suspect. Came back to haunt us all. Now it seems I have returned to haunt Akune. If this week had a theme, that would surely be it.”

“You ducked under my question. Why keep secrets unless it was something you did not want to get around? I’ve been sailing all my life, captaining for half that – I can tell when a man is running from a woman.” Ren forced a smile, but nearly bit the edge of his lip as he did. His comment was just a little too familiar. If an uncomfortable silence followed, it might sink him.

Goge broke a smile and shook his head. “No, it does not involve a woman. Wish it were so, but I fear I am a bit too old for such games. No, no, it involves matters that I would not expect you to understand and with which I do not wish to bore you. As a captain, you have other interests.”

“Correct, I have ninety-five sailors getting in each other’s hair for two days and driving me crazy. We have both had a lousy week. Hell, this whole month is something I would like to bury at the bottom of a mug. I can understand that I do not know the problems you face, but since it is my request that brought you here, might I ask that you avoid violence?”

A line of run-down buildings came to an end just outside the window and revealed a very crowded dockyard. Ranging from galleons to schooners, they had all been anchored in tight rows and it was clear that no one was attempting to service them.

"I do not intend to wear a paper crown. My authority is absolute and they will be made to understand that. Which ship is yours?"

Ren pointed to a massive ship on the center row. "That's the Blue Wind."

"Is it ready to unload?"

"Since yesterday, my lord."

"Deliver me to the harbormaster… or dockmaster. Whatever he calls himself. You will have to point him out."

The carriage sped past a long line of empty wagons before coming to a stop next to a small shed anchored before the boardwalk. A huddle of dock workers lingered in the distance, suspicious of such a fine carriage. Goge stepped off and motioned for them to approach, but none obeyed. After a moment, a short bald man emerged from the shack's dimly lit interior and adopted an angry expression.

He spit on the ground before shouting at Ren. "Who is that?! Who did you bring here?!"

Goge casually transferred his cane to his left hand and stepped between the two men. With a fake smile, he delivered a short nod of greeting. "Hello, I am looking for the harbormaster."

"Ren, how dare you go and get him! I'm the one who runs this harbor!"

"If you won't unload my ship then –!" Ren stopped after Goge lifted a hand.

"What is your name?"

The bald man made a show of inspecting him, glancing at his expensive boots and running his eyes up every layer of clothing before sneering in disgust. Goge's appearance was certainly a contrast to the man's simple pants, shirt and leather vest, but it was apparent he intended it to be more of an insult than anything else.

"Bonti. I run this port for the Dockworkers Union and I say who steps foot on it. You can get back in that wagon and get your dolly ass out of here."

Goge kept his smile. "Would you like to continue as harbormaster?"

"I am not afraid of you and I don't need your permission! The Dockworkers Union was commissioned by..."

"Lord Nath is dead. Would you like to continue working for the city?"

Bonti squinted and dropped his voice to a whisper. "By the gods, I'll kill you if you don't leave."

"Then you are dismissed, Bonti."

Once more, the bald man spit on the ground. He muttered something under his breath before turning and stalking back to the shed. A quick wave to the idle dockworkers and a gesture to Goge was all it took. Ten, fifteen, perhaps thirty dockworkers began to approach. Despite the fact that none of them had weapons, they appeared to be intent on violence. More stood up from crouched positions on the left and right.

Ren took a step away, no longer pleased by his involvement. "I believe you have kicked the hornet's nest. If we retreat to my ship..."

Goge straightened his coat and vest for just a moment. "Remain here, Captain Ren. We are nearly finished."

Before long, the mob of men had surrounded them, waving their fists and shouting threats. None dared touch him, but the voices of the swelling crowd were rising to a furious roar. No one paid attention to Ren; instead, they leveled their protests at Goge, insulting his legitimacy, morality and authority. Screaming challenges, insults and threats. A barrel opener in the form of an obscenely large iron tool was produced by one of the larger men. He raised it like a mace as he shoved through the crowd. When he was within striking distance, he coiled it back for a blow.

Goge reached into his coat pocket. He retrieved a single gold tani, held it up for all to see and shouted over the crowd: "How would you all like to earn ten times the amount you are making right now?"

Everyone went silent. Fifty, maybe sixty men froze in place, with some holding their breath in anticipation of whichever words would follow. Goge stretched his arm as high as it would go and pinched the coin between two fingers to make sure they could all see it flash against the midmorning sky.

"I am not joking! This is no game! Every single one of you! Ten times the amount you earn right now!" He paused to scan the crowd, expressing nothing, his eyes lingering on their ratty appearance and dusty faces. Even Bonti, who had previously stormed off, still hovered near the shed. The crowd wavered as Goge stepped forward.

"You are absolutely right. All of you. You are all correct. I am not Lord Nath. I am not a nobleman. I am not even associated with your Union." Goge lowered his hand, turning in place as he spoke. "But as I understand it... your Union takes half, or sometimes three-quarters of your earnings. My good people, I am not here to take your coin. I am here to pay you. And I pay ten times what you earn right now."

More men approached, no doubt curious about the spectacle. Goge waited for them to arrive before continuing.

"This no revolution. It is not a rebellion against injustice. You do not have the power to choose who rules you. What you have is a choice of who pays you. You can continue under the Union’s leadership and hope that they one day find something to offer. Or you can choose to make more coin in one day than you made all of last month. Lord Nath is dead, the Union is without a patron, your leaders are in chaos and you will no doubt return home with an empty stomach this day. Or, you can spend your time working for the city and earn more coin than you have ever seen in your lives."

He studied their expressions, waiting for the moment when disbelief began to creep onto the lines around their upper lips and wrinkle their noses. When it finally began to appear, he raised his voice again.

"Ten copper pennies, per ship... per person. It does not matter how many of you work the same ship. It does not matter if you get the whole damn city to chain load these ships one at a time. It does not matter if you run shifts night and day: I will pay you all and the faster you unload them, the faster your pockets will be filled."

There it was. No longer able to contest his words with their own suspicious minds, their gazes slowly trailed toward a leader. A protector. A trusted authority. It was one of the taller men in the middle. An older man with no shirt and thick hands. Goge took a few steps toward him, encouraged by the fact that he would not look away. Noticing that everyone was waiting for a reaction, the man unfolded his arms and put those thick hands on his hips.

Goge moved close enough to whisper. In such a silence, the words would carry far. "What is your name?"

"My name? I’m Peari."

"Hello, Peari. I am Lord Goge. As of today there will be no import taxes in Akune. No trade tax, no fees, no duties. Anyone who wishes to sell goods in Akune can do so without charge or permission. What do you think is going to happen to these docks?"

Peari glanced to the sea and back. "Everyone'll come here. We'll be backed up for months. They'll go mad trying to get in."

Goge presented the gold coin to Peari. The man seemed intent on hesitating, but quickly failed. Those thick fingers caressed the edges of the coin as if to convince himself it was real.

"You are the new harbormaster. Your fee is twelve gold tani per month, coins on the barrel. Everyone is paid 'coins on the barrel' just so long as they put in the work. Hire two underbosses for half that. Then hire as many dock workers as you can find. Only speed matters to me, not numbers, not coins. Every wage invoice you write will be paid out at City Hall, without question. But please write clearly so my clerk can read it. If you do not have a quill, buy one. If you never learned to write, hire someone to write for you. If you want to buy equipment, write an invoice and do so. If you have any questions, ask me. If you have a dispute with another dock worker, file it with City Hall. If you discover contraband, inform citywatch. These ships must be unloaded. Are we agreed?"

Peari stuffed the coin under his belt. The top of his pants concealed a small spice bag, which had been tied to the threads of the fabric and had been empty until now. "Never mind us, my lord, I need to find a quill and we have ships to unload."

"Excellent. I must return to my slaughter of the previous administration. Please excuse me as well." The crowd parted as Goge winded his way back where he had come, yet they did not disperse. A thin murmur began to rise as he passed beyond earshot to find Captain Ren, standing alone with hat in hand.

Bonti swung in from the side and bowed low before either of them could speak. "Sir! My lord! My lord, I must make amends. I spoke in haste."

Ren shook his head with a smile. "Lord Goge, It seems you are quite mad. How can you afford all of this?"

"Sell me your carriage and I will tell you."

They both erupted into laughter. It was a genuine laugh, the kind of laugh that came from two men that had nothing in common except a mutual distrust. "Not a chance."

Bonti bowed again before dancing around like a begging child. "My lord! Is there a position for me with the city?"

Goge rolled his eyes. "Bonti, I will hire you for the same price as Peari. I want you to go to City Hall and find a woman named Beatrice. She is your master. Your job will be to audit Peari and the dockyard invoices. Keep Peari honest and make sure he does not become ambitious."

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you!" Bonti dropped to his knees and began to kiss the hem of Goge's coat.

"Have a care, Bonti. Do not allow me to discover a conspiracy between you and Peari. Jobbery is no longer an Akunian tradition. From this day forward, it is treason."

Goge glanced at Ren and noticed his interest in something in the distance. Peari was breaking up the crowd into teams and pointing at individual ships. Ren turned his hat and seated it on his head. "It seems I must prepare my crew for visitors. My carriage will take you anywhere you wish for the rest of the day. Then, I fear, it must be returned."

He gave a nod. "I appreciate this, Captain. Before dark, I shall return and make sure things are progressing smoothly."

With a final glance back at the docks, he allowed himself a moment to inspect the many ships in port. Although they looked extremely different from the types he had seen in ages past, he still admired the squat designs this world seemed to be famous for. Whether human or elven, each was built for stability, like tiny homes at sea. It was as if each had been designed for a tempest they knew to be inevitable. Finally, he tore himself away and climbed into the back of his loaned carriage. The day had only just begun.

****

Baudin arrived at the Eckard mansion outside of town. It was a sight to behold how well the grounds had been maintained over the years. The manor was large and impressive, but it did not compare to the enormous homes he saw in Odenkirk. Even though smaller estates were to be expected outside the capital, this plot seemed to waste a great deal of land due to its isolation and large size. Massive blocks of granite had been mortared together and painted white, creating a stark contrast with the lush greenery behind the tall stone walls.

He dismounted his horse and walked the last thirty or forty paces. A large carriage stood in the courtyard. Gilded trunks of the large sort had been tied to the back. There were no servants to receive him or tend his horse, so he proceeded to the front door and knocked. After a moment he knocked again. Finally, he called out to see if someone inside could hear him.

Just as Baudin began to feel pangs of concern in his gut, the door snapped open to reveal Baron Eckard. He was dressed in a long red coat with an ornate golden chain at the waist. He carried a large chest, half full, that flopped open and closed as he walked past without so much as a greeting.

"My lord?"

The Baron paused, but did not turn around. After several seconds he set the trunk down, closed the carriage doors and turned back toward the front door.

"What do you want?"

"Where are you going, my lord?"

Eckard snapped his fingers as if remembering something and made a brisk approach toward the entrance. "I am leaving. There is no reason to stay here. You should as well."

"My lord, you are just going to give up? That is not like you at all. You can't let this upstart walk in and destroy everything we built."

Eckard stopped in front of Baudin and turned to stare. The man's gaze pierced him like an arrow. "Do you think that is what I am doing?"

"I... this is different."

"Different how? Is there some other way to handle it? Because I need not remind you that Nath and Rav are dead!"

"If you leave Akune, everyone will think you are running away."

"How would you suggest we fight him?!"

"We could hire mercenaries."

"Goge...." Eckard paused, put a hand against his forehead and glanced at the ground. His expression changed from one of fury to one of despair. "Goge found it. I don't know how. Some time today. He stole it. All of it. All those years wasted. Forty thousand tani gone... gone.”

"All of it?"

"Every single coin. His creatures carted it all away before I could even..."

"We can get it back."

"Are you mad? You saw what he did to Rav! Now he has creatures walking around the city openly killing anyone that defies him!"

Baudin took a deep breath. “Then we kill Goge."

"That is madness. Without the king’s men, death would be certain. We are not the Council of Redd. We are not heroes from the pages of history. It would take an army and we do not have the coin for a single sword."

"Not necessarily."

"Do not play games with me, Baudin."

“Have you forgotten Stella and Vassago? We can pool our resources. Talk to the Guild and the Islanders. They want this just as much as we do."

"Well, then good luck to you! I hope your plan works!" Eckard stalked back into the house and retrieved his hat. A few seconds later he returned and strode to the carriage. "I am going to the capital to meet with the King. It may look like I am running away like a coward, but frankly I do not care. Stay low and avoid stupid ideas until I return with aid. He will kill you, Baudin. That man is as much a monster as the creatures that follow him around.”

Eckard climbed up into the driver's seat and snapped the reins. The coach accelerated and Baudin watched his sponsor disappear in a cloud of dust. The sound of shoed horses faded into the distance as he turned back to regard his own mount. The ride back into the city seemed somehow longer.

****

The Count of Culross instructed his driver to take the most leisurely path possible; he was in no hurry. His carriage rivaled the size of a small apartment and stretched twice as long as those of lesser nobles, eschewing any benches or handrails. Instead, this roomy cabin equipped three couches, a fur rug, several chests, a vice cabinet complete with wine glasses and a vanity mirror. Not the apex of luxury by far, yet it was the best one could do on this side of the kingdom.

"No, no, no... This does not please me." Vassago glanced down at the woman who was paying special attention to his lap.

She was young, attractive and half-dressed. Golden hair, slim eyebrows and small features: all of the things that should have excited him. She looked up with a concerned expression, her eyeballs already glistening with tears.

It was not her fault, Vassago thought; on any other day she might have found this task to be quite easy. Today, it seemed, he had a lot on his mind.

"We can try another way, my lord."

"That will not please me either. Simply... just stop. Just stop touching me for a moment.” He used his hands in an attempt to push her away, but she resisted.

Latching onto his belt, she used her shoulders to shrug off the effort. "Let me try again, lord! Let me try again!"

Finally, he managed to unbalance her small form and gave her a hard shove. "Stupid, stupid whore! I said get off of me!"

The woman fell back against an adjoining sofa and slid down to sit on her legs. Her cotton dress had covered most of the floor, but left her arms and chest bare. She did nothing to cover herself, only stared at his expression with those eyes that seemed on the verge of crying.

"‘Need the coin, my family..."

Vassago reached down and put himself away before fastening up his pants. "That does not concern me. Why should it matter what a whore needs? It should be your place to concern yourself with what I need."

"You promised that..."

"Oh, just be silent! This is the worst day of my life and you madden me with all of your demands. Why can I not have a moment to think?"

A swift knocking at the carriage door broke up further discussion of promises, and before either of them could protest it swung open to reveal a handsomely dressed gentleman with short-cut brown hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. It was Park and he appeared to be in a hurry. He climbed inside as the woman began to cover herself up.

"Bad to worse." Park sat on the sofa nearest the door and set a thick binder on the space next to him. He glanced at the woman on the floor, but soon returned his attention to the other sofa.

"Eckard is dead?" Vassago's blood ran cold.

"No, no. Nothing like that. He still lives, I believe. Baudin met with him this morning, the baron dismissed..." Park glanced at the woman again.

"Do not concern yourself with her. She is a common harlot I invited to remove my burden... not that she was able."

Her lips parted in surprise and she seemed ready to return to his lap. "My lord..."

"Close your mouth, we are speaking!" The three of them lurched to one side as the carriage began to move again.

Park pushed shiny spectacles further up his nose. "It is possible that she is a spy. It is probably best if we watch how we speak. The Akunians lack sophistication and hold no loyalty to anyone. They only care about coin and drink."

"Please, my lord. I would be happy to go if you would give me the silver coin that was promised," the woman pleaded.

Vassago raised a hand to silence her once again. "This is no spy, Park. It is a random beggar from the West Gate. She does not know anyone of significance."

"That may be so, but by virtue of hearing our words, she may no longer be as common as she once was. Will you take that chance?"

"Oh, alright, fine." Vassago turned to her with a stern expression and pointed to the door. The carriage was not yet moving so quickly as to prohibit a person from disembarking and if she delayed then she would have only herself to blame.

She stared at his finger. "My lord, you promised..."

With a sigh, he rolled his eyes and lowered his hand. "My footman usually holds my purse. Park, can you throw a coin at her so she will leave?"

Park gave a smile and let slip a small chuckle. Yet he did not check his pockets, instead he folded his hands in his lap. "It is surprising to see you so frantic today. You are usually the calm one."

"I have grown angry. All morning I have been absolutely on fire. And the truth would have it that I had some medicine earlier; it tends to make me excited when it wears off."

"Well, unfortunately, I do not have my purse on me either. Carrying coin can be dangerous in these parts. You are wise to task your footman with that job."

"My lord." Tears of anger and frustration had begun to stream down her face. "You said that I would entertain you for one piece of silver. You said it. I heard you say it."

Vassago swallowed. Glancing to Park, he gave a small gesture to the door. It was subtle, yet he did it in clear view of the woman and did not doubt that she had noticed.

The man needed a moment to comprehend his desire, but after a bit more gesturing, Park leaned sideways and turned the little handle before swinging the door wide.

Daylight poured into the cabin as the cobblestone streets of Akune blurred past the opening. The carriage had reached such a rapid pace that he was no longer able to determine which street this was.

Vassago made an attempt to seize the woman by the shoulder, but she quickly shook free from his grasp. When he attempted to grab her arm once more, she jerked her head back and tried to bite him. He leapt to his feet, grabbing hold of her with both hands, and stuffed his fist full of her hair. She cursed as he pulled her forward, putting all of his strength into lifting her off the floor even as the top half of her dress began to rip.

The woman aimed to brace herself against the doorframe, but her wrist had been quickly forced behind her back. When she tried to grab Park with her other hand, the man skittered out of the way. She surprised them both with a tremendous amount of leg strength despite her small stature. Her bare feet provided the traction she required, preventing her from leaning ahead toward the door.

Vassago finally let her go and raised his arms to brace himself against the cabin's roof so he could plant his boot in her back. The half-dressed woman spilled out of the carriage and onto the street. She raised her legs in an attempt to land safely, but she found herself at an awkward angle, managing only two or stumbling paces before colliding with a lamp post.

Vassago quickly shut the door as the hollow metal structure rang out like a church bell. Park stared in disbelief. Too soon for silence to settle in, a muffled scream erupted from outside and began to fade as the carriage continued on.

The two men exchanged glances as laughter bubbled up between them. If the peasant's purpose had been to lighten his mood, then Vassago had to admit she had done so. Beyond a doubt, it was the funniest thing he had seen in months. Even Park could no longer contain himself.

"Driver! Make haste! We may be pursued!" Vassago shouted between fits of roaring. The laughing continued for the next few minutes and Park had to stick a finger underneath the frames of his glasses to wipe tears away. Finally, Vassago retook his place on the rear sofa. "Nothing but trash in these port cities, you would think a man could get something rare and exotic from all the ships that come and go, but Odenkirk reserves all the quality women. Even Callow is a step up."

Park nodded. “Callow is nothing more than a brothel. Yet, I agree. It is better than here.”

“These people force me to despise them.”

"Well, perhaps it is time to vacation in Odenkirk. Baron Eckard appeared to think so."

Vassago's smile disappeared. "What? What is this?"

"’Nearly said it out loud before your guest departed. He left for the capital."

"When? This morning? It is a trick. It has to be a trick."

Park shook his head. "He dismissed his staff and packed up his house with his own two hands."

Vassago squinted as he considered. He and Stella were not the most courageous of people, yet Eckard was the last one he would expect to give up and run. "Where did you hear this from?"

"Baudin."

"I hate Baudin. But, he would know."

"We are not friends, but I get along with him."

Vassago pulled out a sliding tray from above the sofa. It was crafted of thin wood and built into the wall of the cabin. With the dexterity of a man who had done it a thousand times over, he pulled a shard of purple crystal from his pocket and placed it on the tray before crushing it up with a stone cylinder. His eyes slowly returned to Park's face as he mashed the crystal into a fine powder. "Bonti works for Goge now."

"The harbormaster?"

"Eckard had most of the dockyards wrapped up in an organization with..." Vassago pulled a steel tube from the cylinder and used it to snort some of the purple powder before using two fingers to pinch his nose shut.

Park gave a sigh and pretended not to watch. "Yes, I know who Bonti is. Just very unexpected to hear him change sides. If anything, I figured most of that rabble would have looted the docks and fled when Nath died."

"Goge paid them a visit this morning and started flashing a few of the coins he stole. Now those thieving bastards refuse to meet with my people. Lost it. They have lost all respect for the kingdom. It is as you said: they will do anything for coin."

Park squinted. "Are they not just slaves? Commoners? Why did they return to the dockyard when it was clear their work had ended?"

"They belong to Goge now. It does not matter what they used to be, all that ended when they started sharing those coins. The moment they put their filthy hands on my gold, they became criminals. Every one of them will hang. Treason is something I do not forget."

Vassago snorted another pile, yet this one was a great deal stronger than the first and sent his head spinning. He tilted the nape of his neck until it met the sweat trickling from his shoulder blades and reclined against the sofa for a moment.

Park sounded very far away. "He only stole it this morning. How much has he spent?"

He lowered his head to lock eyes with the man. His heart rate increased and his mind cleared. "Bonti refuses to meet. I must assume Goge spent a great deal. That is why we need to move quickly. For the good of the kingdom, we must be swift. Goge will no doubt absorb Eckard's holdings and much of my land as well. If we are smart about this then I think we can fix..."

"What of Odenkirk? The King? What of Callow?"

"That could take weeks! Months! Do you know how long it takes to put an army together? Even a hundred men would take at least seven days. After King Silden sets the other lords to retake Akune, he would task one of his favorites to run it. It could take a year or more before things return to normal. Eckard wasted no time setting out for Odenkirk. He must expect to lead the King’s men. And when he comes riding in with an army at his back, who do you think the city will be gifted to?"

Park pressed his lips together and glanced at the floor. Rubbing the palms of his hands against his knees, he seemed to consider those words. "That clever bastard..."

Pain shot through Vassago’s body, a copper taste pooled in his mouth, his chest tightened and his eyes began to water. What some might consider a small heart attack had only just begun. And just before it became too much to handle, the blood in his veins began to sing. Vassago's eyes snapped wide with a newfound clarity. "Nath's death is an opportunity, but I was too slow to see it."

He pushed the tray aside and pulled out one of the larger chests from the side of the sofa. Flipping open the lid, he retrieved a folded white suit of exquisite design and set about removing his shirt.

Park was still contemplating Eckard and had tasked himself with staring at the floor. "I wonder if Stella knew."

"How is she? Any news?"

"No, after Rav was murdered, Eckard's people brought her home. Nothing since then."

Vassago examined the suit for spots or stains before hurriedly redressing himself. Although it might have seemed improper to disrobe in front of others, these were extraordinary times and they required decisive action. Park did not seem to mind in any event. "Well... she was close to Rav, I believe."

"Was she? I wondered if they hated each other."

Vassago smiled. "You certainly study us."

"That is my job. Well... it was my job."

He paused to gesture at the binder set next to Park, only noticing it just now. "And I hope you have done your job well. Did you do as I asked?"

Park picked it up and untied the string at the top, reaching inside to reveal several dozen pages of handwritten notes. "With such limited resources there was very little to be learned of Goge..."

He wished Park would talk faster. "And yet?"

"The things I learned beg you to reconsider this plan." Even the space between his words contained an eternity. Vassago had to repeat them in his mind to extract their meaning.

"No, no! No, no, no, no, no, Park! Now is the time to strike! If we do not stop this monster now, he could take over everything! Where is your sense of loyalty? Your courage? Your love for the kingdom?!" Vassago's hands started shaking. Although he knew it would pass, it made him wonder if he would be able to finish dressing himself.

"I am still uncertain as to whether or not he is the real Goge. But assuming he is, no army exists that can stop him. At least, no army we are capable of assembling."

He took a deep breath and attempted to steady himself. "If we can get close to him, we can help our brothers when the time comes. And if we get very close, I am certain that a dagger in the ribs will stop that beast. Speak to me of his weaknesses. Tell me, tell me what you learned."

Park began to page through his notes. "It is all elven history. All fantasy and riddles."

"Let me hear it!"

"First Empire: Goge served in something called an expeditionary force, which I suspect is some sort of soldier army term. He was stationed in a city I have never heard of. Charged with murder on several occasions, but never put on trial. Promoted once and then vanished completely." Park looked up to check if he was listening. Vassago gestured for him to continue. "The empire became unstable and fell into chaos. Goge shows up years later and founds the city of Akune, puts himself up as one of the Night Masters."

"What is that? I have heard that name before. What are these night masters?"

Park flipped through the pages until finding the correct sheet. "That was the start of the Second Empire. They were rulers of small cities, often called Mage Kings. It was some kind of national assembly, but they either lost their minds or they were always that way. Difficult to know, I am not sure how much of this is real or story, but most say these villains visited some pretty scary things on their subjects."

Vassago had finally managed to change his pants and shirt and began lacing up a pair of polished black shoes. "Scary? All rulers can be scary, it does not take a wand and a fancy title to scare the cattle. What frightens you?"

"The person who supposedly rebuilt Callow was a mage called Nazuka. They say she burned all the farms in her kingdom, killed all the women, castrated the men and made them call her the 'Queen Bee'."

Vassago paused and glared across at the man. "That... that must not be true."

"Lord Yin ruled an area near Odenkirk. It is said he had over a million subjects and when they displeased him, he turned them all to stone."

He shook his head and resumed dressing. "Rubbish. Did you spend all night reading elven drama books? Is any of this reliable? Tell me something from a reliable source, not these tavern storytellers. I can get that nonsense from anywhere."

Park rummaged through his notes again and eventually sorted them back into a neat stack. "That actually came from several good accounts. And you know as well, from time to time, farmers around Odenkirk will dig up statues of life-sized commoners. Most shaped like they were set to work when it happened. And what does the Royal College Of Magic command when one is found?"

Vassago considered it a moment. He had a point. History was never a subject he pursued, yet he knew enough about the period to believe that things had become chaotic after the decline of the First Empire. Was it possible that an entire generation had gone mad? "Perhaps... I never wondered. There were a few found on my lands as well. We received a team to make sure they were destroyed. They warned us away from the area. Something about... remnants of magic use."

Park put the pages back into his binder and shook his head. "This could be the last time we see each other, Vassago. Your plan is too dangerous."

"Nonsense! So long as I know what kind of man he is, I can get close to him. I absolutely have to. The Islanders froze my accounts and called it a security concern. Now Goge steals our gold and I doubt he will allow us to collect taxes for the king next month. Things are getting out of control. And all of Toth is in danger!"

"These Night Masters... They were all mad in different ways. The only thing they had in common was that they were all scared of Goge. Perhaps it is a mixture of exhaustion and the lamb oil you have been inhaling which keeps you from being as scared as you should be."

Vassago shook his head again. "He is just a man. Do not underestimate me, Park. Thirty years ago, I commanded a resistance party during the Tragos invasion. We fought them for years. King Silden himself put a hand on my shoulder and called me a true hero..."

"I have heard this story before, my lord."

The carriage slowed to a stop, but Vassago continued. "Then it means I am still alive to tell it! He killed Nath and Rav, yes, but I saw him at the palace last night. What I saw was a tired old man who just wanted to go back to sleep. We can defeat him, but I need you. You must get word to the King and keep it secret. When Goge invites me to his side, you must make sure the King knows I am still his loyal servant."

Park pushed against the curtain closest to him and glanced outside. "Where are we? Is this the library?"

"Yes. He left that monster child here when he robbed us and I suspect he will return for her. How do I look?" Vassago stood up straight and used both hands to stroke the edges of his suit. His question was unneeded. He already knew that he had never looked so dignified in his life. So regal. So ready to fight.

Park stood from his sofa and quickly corrected the knots on the black bolo tie around his neck. It was something he had missed and he cursed himself for it. When the man was done, Vassago pulled a stiletto from the chest and inserted it beneath his belt at the small of his back.

Park's eyes flashed with concern. "Do not put yourself at risk when you see him. The Council of Redd claims to have buried his corpse a little over nine hundred years ago. Stabbing him may just make him angry."

Vassago thumbed his nose and gave a quick snort. "That damned elven cult claims responsibility for everything. If you had told me this last year, I would have suspected they were lying. Now that I have witnessed him, alive and well in Akune, I would make that accusation to their fat faces."

“I will have your remains shipped to Odenkirk if the man leaves anything for me to send.” Park smiled. He was teasing, of course. This was the type of humor he normally enjoyed. But this was not the time for jokes, not now, not on the edge of destiny. This was the time for memorable statements.

"Park, when King Silden awards this port to me, I will remember your loyalty. And your courage."

He gave a nod and Park returned as much of a bow as he could manage inside a carriage. Turning to the door, Vassago felt a surge of hubris and stepped out into the afternoon sun. A glance to the right, a glance to the left and his blood ran cold. His carriage, it seemed, had parked behind another. Although this one was smaller and not as luxurious, it was clear that this was not the carriage of a commoner.

“Park. Get out here.”

After a moment’s hesitation, the man stuck out his head. “Second thoughts so soon? Apologies, my lord, I fear there is no need for me to risk my life as well.”

“Park...” Vassago slowly pointed. “To whom does that carriage belong?”

Park wormed out of the carriage and stood at his side.”It has a driver. Why not ask?”

“Why not you?”

“I find myself incurious.”

Vassago took a moment to glare at him. “It resembles one of the carriages the Islanders use from the dockyard to the market district. Can you speak with them and confirm my suspicion?”

Park glanced back. “No, as we discussed, I am not going to involve myself in this part of the plan.”

“I am only asking you to speak with the driver.”

“And what if Goge is sitting inside?” Park made a careful step back. “Was that not the purpose for visiting the library? Did you not say he would return to collect his monster? If I approach that carriage and find him...”

Vassago waved it away. “You worry yourself over nothing. There is no chance you will find him in the back of a carriage, the man does not use one.”

“What? He does not use a carriage? Then how does he travel?”

“Does he not fly? Fly... or ride around on one of the beasts he summons?” Vassago was quite serious; however, Park took it as a joke and began to smile. Unwilling to admit he had been serious, the smile was returned.

Park shook his head. “You had me for a moment, my lord.”

He gave his hands a good clap. “I had you, did I not? Are you sure you do not wish to come inside?”

“No, I will walk on from here, but I wish you great success.” Park gave another bow and turned away. Carefully navigating across the street, he glanced back at Vassago every so often. Park seemed to question whether he possessed the bravery to proceed.

Several long strides to the staircase and a series of swift taps found him at the top, where Vassago nearly looked back to see if Park continued to watch, but the count rejected that urge. The smaller door creaked open and he stepped inside.

Something had transpired in the reception hall. Portraits had been struck down and there were pieces of splintered wood in the places where the floor met the wall.

He took a deep breath.

The library's director entered the chamber with a broom and glanced at him. Although he had rarely visited this building, it was strange to find it so empty. When Lord Nath had been alive, the place was crawling with guards. Lasting silence made him uneasy.

Vassago gestured to the director. "Is he here? Where is he?"

The man clenched his teeth and did not approach. Instead, he attempted to whisper from a distance. "You should not be here. Do not speak to me. I should not be seen with you."

“Little man, if you do not wish to be seen with me then tell me what I wish to know. You may not be speaking to Nath or Eckard, but I will flog just as well.”

The director pressed his lips together and gave a nod to the stairs. Vassago pointed questioningly, prompting the man to nod again. He left at a quick pace and danced up the stairs with the vigor of a young man. When he got to the top, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and forced himself to relax before continuing.

The proceeding hall ran the length of the building. Although it was flanked by windows, it seemed all of them had been shuttered, which presented a rather gloomy atmosphere. On the far end lay an office. With the door half-opened, the soft glow of sunlight washed the shadows of people onto the walls. Vassago started toward it, but found his footsteps slowing.

"I guess so. I just need to put these into order." It was the voice of a young girl.

"We may be in need of a tutor. Someone who can continue her education. Can you recommend anyone?" Goge’s accent was unmistakable. Vassago had only heard it once before, yet he wondered now if he would ever be able to forget it.

“A tutor? I would not mind that position until you can find someone qualified. Reading is simple and she is very bright." A third person. Someone he did not recognize. With all the skill of an assassin, Vassago crept along the shadows and attempted to get a sense of the room without being discovered. The only person he could see was Goge.

The monster stood with his back to the doorway. "Then it is settled. Come by the palace the day after tomorrow. We can make it a bi-weekly event."

Perhaps it would not be required to talk to this creature after all. Perhaps the blade he had hidden under his belt could finally put this entire affair to rest. Vassago wondered what riches and fame would be showered upon him if he could end Goge’s life right here and now. Vassago the hero, Lord of the Southern Cities. He wondered if even Silden could keep such an icon from sweeping up his lands. The man was old and his sniveling son would not be a rival of note. King Vassago Culross, great slayer of monsters and villains.

“Before or after midday?” The woman again.

But what of his gold? If Goge had hidden it or entrusted it to another, killing him might see the coins lost forever. Whereas it was true that the man’s death would surely win the favor of the entire kingdom, Vassago would have a great deal of difficulty explaining where the gold had come from after enlisting their aid in finding it.

“Whatever you find convenient. Come in, Count Vassago Culross. My minions announced you when you arrived. Lurking in the hallway is starting to make them anxious.”

He stood up straight and cleared his throat before stepping up to the doorway. “It was not my intention to interrupt, Lord Goge.”

Goge glanced over his shoulder and gave a warm smile. “No interruption, we were just finishing up here.”

The monster child was sitting at one of the tables inside the office. The woman perched next to her and although she seemed vaguely familiar, Vassago could safely say she could not be recognized. A commoner, from the way she was dressed. The child stuffed pages into a leather binder and paid no attention to him.

“May I take these with me?” she asked.

The woman smiled back. “You may have to get permission from the Lord of Akune. They could very well be city property now.”

“Akune can find no better caretaker and will entrust these documents to you, Lily,” Goge said.

The girl scoffed. “Akune can’t have them.”

Vassago carefully entered the room and stood at a corner of the table. He wanted to keep out of the way and yet remain the center of attention. This forced him to nervously reposition every few moments.

Goge did not seem to notice, but quickly ended this dance by proceeding to the far side of the room and waving for him to approach. “Nina, I need to speak with this gentleman for a moment. May I ask you to escort her outside?”

The woman nodded and did not take long to shepherd the child out into the hall, closing the door behind them. Although this was the scenario he had envisioned, it was not until he heard the door close that he realized how terrified he would be.

Goge’s strange suit, the short white hair and piercing eyes made his heart threaten to beat a path out of his chest. The scars were another matter entirely. It had been alarming to hear them described. Frightening to see them at a distance. Yet up close, Vassago began to wonder if this man was living or if he was a reanimated corpse as well. How could someone be so hideous and still live? He tried to avert his eyes and remember the words he had practiced.

“It is an honor to finally meet you, Lord Goge. I regret that our introductions were a bit delayed...”

Goge stalked toward him, hands outstretched and ready for violence. Every muscle in Vassago’s body tensed at that moment. He held his breath and felt even his heart pause.

The man grasped his shoulders with both hands. “Before you continue, I must confess that I admire your courage.”

“My…” Vassago gave a small cough. “My courage?”

Goge’s smile grew wider and he delivered a friendly pat on the shoulder before stepping away. “For coming here and speaking with me. It appears that the other nobles have acted on emotion, but not you. Not you. You placed that aside, and I can certainly understand why. In my opinion, diplomacy is the most powerful force in all the realms.”

Vassago felt every muscle in his body relax. “Lord Goge, I could not agree more. With our minds and words we can accomplish so much more than swords ever could.”

Goge continued to the window and turned back to lean against its frame. “Then let us get to the heart of it. Do you seek an alliance?”

“Absolutely not. I would not be so bold as to assume myself your equal. Instead, may I pledge myself to your service? You are aware that my holdings already name me as the Lord of Culross County. In addition to bringing my lands under your direct control, I would serve in your administration. A position such as chancellor would suit my talents. It is similar to the arrangement I enjoyed with Lord Nath.”

Goge tilted his head. “Was it similar? Was that how Lord Nath regarded you?”

“It was indeed. We had our differences, surely. As I suspect you had a few differences with him as well.”

“How could you tell?”

He laughed at that and Goge followed once the joke had landed. Vassago did not expect the man to have a sense of humor. He placed two fingers against his chin as he chose the next words carefully. “As chancellor, I could begin the process of reconciliation with the Toth Kingdom. There are a few in his majesty’s court who would support us. We could bring legal action to reclaim these lands and acquire official recognition of your status.”

“That is a very interesting approach.” Goge mimicked his gesture.

“Leave the details to me. Although it is no simple matter, I am confident they will see the value.” It dawned on him that his plan may do with a few changes. If the fabled Mage King could be won over so easy then why dispose of him? It could prove beneficial to have someone like this as a figurehead.

“Regretful tidings, Count, that I shall not leave the details to you. Unfortunately, you are worthless so far as I am concerned.” Goge turned to face the window, silently scanning the streets below.

Vassago blinked. Then again. He found his eyes scanning the room even though no one else remained present. Had he heard this man correctly? “My lord, if there is another way that...”

“Worthless, Vassago. You are a pathetic child and I have no need of you.”

He stood up straight and folded his hands. “Please explain what you require, my lord.”

Goge turned slightly and made a broad gesture at the world outside the window. “Look around at the people who are being tasked to govern my city. Priests, merchants, servants, attendants, clerks. Do you fit among any of them? What possessed you to think you could walk into my presence and take a seat at the table? The world has changed and it was foolish to believe you would continue to play an important part in it. You have become worthless. Less than worthless – an annoyance. Do you understand?”

“My lord, you do not know enough about me to come to such a conclusion. I can be instrumental in your victory. The way in which you have been conducting yourself will accomplish very little. All that it does is create enemies, but with my assistance, you can indeed win.”

“I have already won. Have you listened to a word I have said? Vassago, your aid is not required.”

Vassago put up a hand as if to beg interruption. “My lord, I do not believe that is true. If you knew me then...”

Goge rolled his eyes and turned back to the window. “Your name is Vassago Culross, although that is not the name your mother gave you. You were born fifty-six years ago in a small fishing village east of Tamworth. Your mother was Haruka and your father was a sometimes-pirate called Mera. You grew up with two older brothers in a small house overlooking the southern ocean until it was eventually razed due to neglect. One brother took his own life, the other died of illness. Thirty years ago, the Tragos invaded. They claimed Akune and pushed out. They attempted to take Callow and failed, as they had seriously underestimated the city’s defenses and sent most of their force north to Odenkirk. After a lengthy war, Silden’s men threw them back. At the same time, a resistance movement started in Akune called the ‘Black Masks’. Allegedly run by a minor noble named Vassago Culross, they proved exceedingly effective at sabotage and harrassing strikes. When the Toth Nobles finally arrived to retake the city, they claimed that Vassago himself was the one to open the North Gate.”

The man gave a scoff; it was subtle, but Vassago noticed. It had not been his intention to lean against the table, but at this point it was all Vassago could do to stop himself from falling over. Goge continued.

“Yet... that is not what happened. Most of the Black Masks, including Vassago Culross were captured and killed three days prior. When Silden retook the city and famously burned the Tragos ships, he asked to meet with the renowned leader of the Black Masks. You were the only one to come forward. You, a lowly traitor. A man who knew Vassago was dead, because you had aided the Tragos in capturing him.”

Vassago stared in amazement, placing his left hand flat against the table for balance. “How could you... how could you...?”

“How could I know? Lord Nath knew, or at least he would have if he had read the reports littering his office.”

“I never told anyone. Not anyone.”

“How naïve. You were fed a river of wine by the person assigned to interrogate you. In his words, you became so drunk that you mistook your own servant for a trespasser and stabbed him in the eye with a bread knife, not realizing your error until the following day.” Goge glanced back at him and grimaced at the sorry sight he had become.

Vassago's mind raced as he attempted to recall what and to whom he had confided. He had recounted these early days to so many people throughout his life that he struggled to recall if he had ever told a different account. The accurate version. Eventually, that night came flooding back. “Park...”

“Ah, the sting of betrayal...”

He pulled his hand from the surface of the table and balled it, giving the table a swift thump. All those years of bickering with Eckard, fruitless while Nath's spies played them against each other. To make matters worse, Park had been Eckard's man. Yet, if Goge was to be believed, then he was in Nath's pocket the entire time.

“That lice-covered prick! That gutter-blooded, spying, snotty little rat! He betrayed my trust!”

A chuckle rolled from Goge as the man turned his attention back to the streets below. His voice was smooth and even, almost philosophical. “Can one such as you truly be betrayed? You are a wretch. Everyone who betrays your trust could only be accused of defending themselves.”

Vassago's lips pressed into a frown and he found himself glaring at the man's back. With his right foot, he took a practice step forward and noted that he had not made a sound. Another step and another. He silently slid his right hand into the small of his back and wrapped five fingers around the blade that would put Goge back in his grave. The many vices he had employed to pick him up this morning seemed a waste. Anger, it seemed, would give him more than enough courage to do what had to be done.

As he pulled against the handle, something cold clamped onto his wrist. Vassago jerked his arm and attempted to turn his head to see what had crept up behind him as a horrible realization filled his thoughts. It was a ghost. However, the grip of iron and freezing air on the back of his neck did not immediately convince him. It was not until a series of spectral ringlets began to coil around his shoulders and legs, squeezing tightly and forbidding him from looking back.

The anger drained away as he stood motionless, his hand still locked on the blade handle behind his back. Goge finally turned away from the window to face him. Vassago wanted to look away, but found himself unable.

“Have you heard nothing of my words? Those who are not to be trusted should never trust another. If anything I have mentioned could be called wise, it would have to be that.” Goge stared at his expression. "Breathe. Breathe or you are going to pass out."

Vassago's incessant heartbeat had obscured the fact that he was not breathing properly. It was not that he was holding his breath; rather, he was breathing so quickly that no air was getting in or out. He tried to force himself to exhale, but his chest remained unresponsive.

Gradually, the tendrils that wrapped his arms and shoulders began to loosen, allowing him to lean forward. He recognized the expression on Goge's face as concern, or perhaps pity. As pain crept up his chest, Vassago leaned forward even further than he had intended and exhaled the contents of his lungs. The air was ripped from him so violently that it emitted a long, somewhat monotonous moan until it was completely expelled. The remainder of his fall to the hardwood floor was accompanied by the release of his arms, allowing him to catch himself.

Vassago waited there, on his hands and knees, like a dog. And taking such deep breaths that anyone below might have believed he was yelling for his life. The stiletto slid from where it had been concealed and clattered to the ground, but he made no effort to locate it. His vision was obscured by tears, and all he desired was to bury his head in his hands.

“My lord..." he finally managed to say. “These are desperate times for me...”

Goge waited for a break in his sobs before attempting a reply. “Well, yes, yes they are. In fact I would wager you have no idea just how desperate they have become.”

"Everything was tied up in Nath’s scheme and now... I must have this, Lord Goge. It is...”

“Listen. Listen.” Goge moved closer and lowered himself to place a hand on Vassago's shoulder. Although the man was now within arm's reach, he could not bear to look up at him. "Listen to me. When I killed Nath I assumed the nobles would flee in fear. It was a message. A warning to the rest of you. That was your chance. That was your moment." Fingers grabbed his hair and jerked his head upright, forcing Vassago to face the man. At first he imagined it was the ghost which had done it, yet he realized his mistake when he saw the cold seriousness in Goge's eyes. "Listen! I was telling you to run away. Run away or you will die. It confuses me why that was not clear.”

“I must... I must... I must... all of that coin... My Lord Goge, please do not turn me away. I am destitute. Just a little bit, if you could return even just a little bit… Have…Have mercy, my lord. Have mercy.”

Goge released his grip and stood. “You are worthless to me. Do you understand? Coming here was foolish. Understand?”

“Half my life. It took half my life to raise all that gold.”

“It is gone now. Most was donated to the temple. They will surely spend it all if they have not already done so.”

The sobbing stopped. His eyes refocused as the tears began to drain. Vassago lifted his chin to get a better look at him. “You... you gave it away?”

“Yes, it is of little use to me. The point was to cripple those who meant to keep control. People such as you.”

Vassago dropped his voice to a whisper. “...you are truly the cruelest of men.”

“Run away, Vassago. Run far away. This game has ended. You will either start a new life somewhere else or you will die. I leave the choice to you.”

“Please.... please, just return a little of it.”

Goge gave a sigh and stepped over the discarded blade on his way to the door. His minion, now disinterested, floated sideways into the wallpapered surface nearest the door before Vassago could get a good look at it.

“I have two ladies waiting for me outside. It is at this time that I will take my leave. If it is your wish to go on living, then I suggest you avoid me in the future.”

Goge departed without so much as a backward glance.