Altra looked a bit sheepish, an odd expression on a feline face.
'Hansa isn't going to 'jump' with her, is he?' Karal felt his own stomach lurch at the idea. 'I don't think that's a very good idea!'
Altra had the audacity to chuckle at him, irritating the Young Sun-priest, although he refused to show his irritation.
Altra sniffed derisively
Karal rolled his eyes at that last, but let it pass without further comment.
Another interesting bit of information. Altra was certainly being generous with it today! Was he making up for his prolonged absence by dropping his secretive stance?
'I will,' Karal promised solemnly, after he managed to clear his throat and rub the suspicion of tears from his eyes. 'Now, am I to be the one to make the request for this visit official?'
Well, that was something of an understatement. The leader of a land that until very recently was Valdemar's deadliest enemy was now asking to come to the heart of Valdemar? 'Then the sooner I get the shock over with, the better,' Karal replied, drinking the last of his tea—more grateful for its stomach-easing properties than ever—and standing up. 'I think I had best get on the way with this now, before something else happens.'
He looked down long enough to put his mug securely on the table; when he looked up again, Altra was gone.
The Queen's Chambers were less impressive than Karal had expected. The furniture was in keeping with her station and extremely comfortable, but hardly constructed of priceless material. It showed slight signs of wear, the wood of the desk and chairs showed a few scratches no amount of polishing would remove. Karal waited, standing in front of that desk in respectful silence with his hands folded in front of him, while the Queen of Valdemar read through Solaris' letter for the third time. Her look of absolute incredulity had not diminished since the first reading.
Talia, however, did not seem particularly surprised.
Finally, Selenay put the document down and looked up into Karal's face. For all the stress she had been through in her life, Selenay looked remarkably young. Karal could easily imagine that in her place, he'd have aged about fifty years in the past ten. 'I have to admit, Ambassador Karal, this comes as something of a surprise,' she said carefully. 'I think I would be safe to say that it is altogether unprecedented.'
'Not entirely, Your Highness,' Karal said carefully. 'The Crown Prince of Rethwellan has been here on at least two occasions; the Prince-Lord Martial Daren also, arriving at the head of an army.'
To her credit, Selenay did not point out that Valdemar and Rethwellan had