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night, I’ll get more wine. To be honest with you though, Sparhawk, I’d really rather go back to my nice warm bed.’
    ‘And your nice warm chambermaid?’ Khalad added.
    ‘She gets lonesome,’ Kalten shrugged. His face grewserious. ‘If the Lamorks are talking about Drychtnath again, it means that they’re starting to feel a little confined. Drychtnath wanted to rule the world, and any time the Lamorks start invoking his name, it’s a fair indication that they’re beginning to look beyond their borders for elbow room.’
    Sparhawk pushed back his plate. ‘It’s too late at night to start worrying about it now. Go back to bed, Kalten. You too, Khalad. We can talk more about this tomorrow. I really ought to go pay a courtesy call on my wife.’ He stood up.
    ‘That’s all?’ Kalten said. ‘A courtesy call?’
    ‘There are many forms of courtesy, Kalten.’
    The corridors in the palace were dimly illuminated by widely-spaced candles. Sparhawk went quietly past the throne-room to the royal apartments. As usual, Mirtai dozed in a chair beside the door. Sparhawk stopped and considered the Tamul giantess. When her face was in repose, she was heart-stoppingly beautiful. Her skin was golden in the candlelight, and her eyelashes were so long that they touched her cheeks. Her sword lay in her lap with her hand lightly enclosing its hilt.
    ‘Don’t try to sneak up on me, Sparhawk.’ She said it without opening her eyes.
    ‘How did you know it was me?’
    ‘I could smell you. All you Elenes seem to forget that you have noses.’
    ‘How could you possibly smell me? I just took a bath.’
    ‘Yes. I noticed that too. You should have taken the time to let the water heat up a little more.’
    ‘Sometimes you amaze me, do you know that?’
    ‘You’re easily amazed, Sparhawk.’ She opened her eyes. ‘Where have you been? Ehlana’s been nearly frantic.’
    ‘How is she?’
    ‘About the same. Aren’t you ever going to let hergrow up? I’m getting very tired of being owned by a child.’ In Mirtai’s own eyes, she was a slave, the property of the Queen Ehlana. This in no way hindered her in ruling the royal family of Elenia with an iron fist, arbitrarily deciding what was good for them and what was not. She had brusquely dismissed all the queen’s attempts to emancipate her, pointing out that she was an Atan Tamul, and that her race was temperamentally unsuited for freedom. Sparhawk tended strongly to agree with her, since he was fairly certain that if she were left to follow her instincts, Mirtai could depopulate several fair-sized towns in short order.
    She stood up, rising to her feet with exquisite grace. She was a good four inches taller than Sparhawk, and he felt again that odd sense of shrinking as he looked up at her. ‘What took you so long?’ she asked him.
    ‘I had to go to Lamorkand.’
    ‘Was that your idea? or somebody else’s?’
    ‘Dolmant sent me.’
    ‘Make sure Ehlana understands that right from the start. If she thinks you went there on your own, the fight will last for weeks, and all that wrangling gets on my nerves.’ She produced the key to the royal apartment and gave Sparhawk a blunt, direct look. ‘Be very attentive, Sparhawk. She’s missed you a great deal, and she needs some tangible evidence of your affection. And don’t forget to bolt the bedroom door. Your daughter might be just a little young to be learning about certain things.’ She unlocked the door.
    ‘Mirtai, do you really have to lock us all in every night?’
    ‘Yes, I do. I can’t get to sleep until I know that none of you is out wandering around the halls.’
    Sparhawk sighed. ‘Oh, by the way,’ he added, ‘Kring was in Chyrellos. I imagine he’ll be along in a few days to propose marriage to you again.’
    ‘It’s about time,’ she smiled. ‘It’s been three months since his last proposal. I was beginning to think he didn’t love me any more.’
    ‘Are you ever going to accept