blended with the enormous gold cape that fluttered behind him. The blue robe was embroidered with so much gold thread it was difficult at times to see the material underneath. He smiled with the benevolently tolerant face of one who wanted you to know he was patient with your inferiority.
'Your Highness!' Seinalan said as he approached. 'It has been too long since my old eyes beheld your sweet features.'
Sarene did her best to smile, curtsying before the patriarch and his 'old' eyes. Seinalan was no more than forty. though he tried to make himself seem more aged and wise than he really was.
'Your Holiness,' she said. 'All of Arelon is blessed by your presence.'
He nodded, as if to say that he understood just how fortunate they all were. He turned toward Shuden and the others. 'Who are your companions?'
'My cousin Lukel and Baron Shuden and Count Eondel of Arelon. Your Holiness.' Each man bowed as she made the introductions.
'Only barons and counts?' Seinalan asked with disappointment.
'Duke Roial sends his greetings, Your Grace.' Sarene said. 'He is busy preparing for King Iadon's burial.'
'Ah,' Seinalan said, his luxurious hair-untouched by gray-waving in the sea wind. Sarene had wished many times to have locks half as fine as those of the patriarch. 'I assume I am not too late to attend the funeral?'
'No, Your Holiness,' Sarene said. 'It will occur this afternoon.' 'Good.' Seinalan said. 'Come, you may show me to my lodgings now.'
'That was… disappointing,' Lukel confessed as soon as they climbed back in their carriage. The patriarch had been given his own vehicle, courtesy of Roial, and the gift had cooled his dissatisfaction at the duke's absence.
'He's not exactly what you expect, is he?' Sarene said.
'That isn't what Lukel meant, Sarene,' Shuden said.
Sarene glanced at Lukel. 'What do you mean?'
'I was just hoping for something more entertaining,' Lukel said, twin flops of hair bouncing against his cheeks as he shrugged.
'He has been looking forward to this ever since he heard you describe the patriarch, Your Highness,' Eondel explained with a dissatisfied look. 'He assumed you nvo would… argue more.'
Sarene sighed, giving Lukel a withering look. 'Just because I don't like the man doesn't mean I'm going to make a scene, Cousin. Remember, I was one of my father's chief diplomats.'
Lukel nodded with resignation.
'I will admit, Sarene.' Shuden said, 'your analysis of the patriarch's personality seems accurate. I am left wondering how such a man could be chosen for such an important position.'
'By mistake,' Sarene said curtly. -Seinalan gained the seat about fifteen years ago, when he was barely your age. It was just after Wulfden became Wyrn, and the leaders of Shu-Korath felt threatened by his vigor. For some reason, they got it into their minds that they needed to elect a patriarch who was just as young as Wulfden-if not younger. Seinalan was the result.'
Shuden raised an eyebrow.
'I agree completely,' Sarene said. 'But, I have to give them a bit of credit. Wulfden is said to be one of the most handsome men to ever take the Fjordell throne, and the Korathi leaders wanted someone who would be equally impressive.'
Lukel snorted. 'Handsome and pretty are two completely different things, Cousin. Half the women who see that man will love him, the other half will just be jealous.'
Throughout the conversation, Lord Eondel grew progressively more pale. Finally, he found voice for his indignation. 'Remember, my lords and lady, this is Domi's holy chosen vessel.'
'And he couldn't have picked a vessel more lovely,' Lukel quipped-earning him an elbow in the ribs from Sarene.
'We will try to make our comments more respectful, Eondel,' she apologized. 'The patriarch's looks are unimportant anyway-I'm more interested in why he came.'
'Isn't a king's funeral enough of a reason?' Shuden asked.
'Perhaps,' Sarene said, unconvinced, as the carriage pulled to a halt outside the Korathi chapel. 'Come on, let's see His Holiness settled as soon as possible-the funeral is in less than two hours, and after that it appears that I'm getting married.'
With no obvious heir, and with Eshen completely unhinged by her husband's disgrace and subsequent death, Duke Roial took the burden of the funeral arrangements upon himself.
'Pagan murderer or not, Iadon was once my friend,' the duke had explained. 'He brought stability to this country in a time of need. For that much, he at least deserves a decent burial.'
Omin had requested that they not use the Korathi chapel for the services, so Roial decided to use the king's throne room instead. The choice made Sarene a little uneomfortable-the throne room was the same place they would hold the wedding. However, Roial thought it symbolic that the same room would serve both the passing of the old king and the ascension of the new.
The decorations were tasteful and subdued. Roial, characteristically frugal, had planned arrangements and colors that would work for both a funeral and a wedding. The room's pillars were wrapped with white ribbons, and there were various arrangements of flowers-mostly white roses or aberteens.
Sarene entered the room, looking to the side with a smile. Near the front, next to one of the pillars, was the place where she had first set up her easel. It seemed like so long ago, though barely more than a month had passed. Forgotten with shame were the days when she had been considered an empty-headed girl-the nobility now regarded her with something akin to awe. Here was the woman who had manipulated the king, then made a fool of him, and finally toppled him from his throne. They would never love her as they had loved Raoden, but she would accept their admiration as an inferior substitute.
To the side, Sarene saw Duke Telrii. The bald, overdressed man actually looked displeased, rather than simply uncaring. Roial had announced his wedding to Sarene only a few hours earlier, giving the pompous Telrii little time to consider a response. Sarene met Telrii's eyes, and sensed… frustration in the man's bearing. She had expected something from him-some kind of attempt to block their marriage-but he had made no move. What held him back?
Roial's arrival called the group to order, and the crowd fell silent. Roial
walked to the front of the room, where the king's casket lay sealed, and began to speak.
It was a short offering. Roial spoke of how Iadon had forged a country from the ashes of Elantris, and how he had given them all their titles. He warned them against making the same mistake as the king, counseling them not to forget Domi in their riches and comfort. He closed by advocating that they refrain from speaking ill of the deceased, remembering that Domi would see to Iadon's soul, and such was none of their concern.
With that, he motioned for several of Eondel's solders to pick up the casket. However, another form stepped forward before they could go more than a few steps.
'I have something to add.' Seinalan announced.
Roial paused in surprise. Seinalan smiled, showing perfect teeth to the room. He had already changed clothing, and was wearing a robe similar to the first, except it had a wide golden band running up his back and down his chest instead of the embroidery.
'Of course, Your Holiness,' Roial said.
'What is this about?' Shuden whispered.
Sarene simply shook her head as Seinalan walked up to stand behind the casket. He regarded the crowd with a self-important smile, melodramatically whipping a scroll from the sleeve of his robe.
'Ten years ago, just after his ascension, King Iadon came to me and made this statement,' Seinalan said. 'You can see his seal at the bottom, as well as my own. He ordered that I present this to Arelon at his funeral, or fifteen years from the date of its creation. whichever arrived first.'
Roial moved across the side of the room until he was standing next to Sarene and Shuden. His eyes showed curiosity. and concern. At the front of the room, Seinalan broke the seal on the scroll and unrolled it.
''My lords and ladies of Arelon,' ' Seinalan read. holding the paper before him as if it were a shining relic. ' 'Let the will of your first king. Iadon of Kae. be known. I swear solemnly before Dom'', my ancestors, and whatever other gods may be watching that this proclamation is lawful. If it be that I am dead or for some other reason unable to continue as your king, then let it be understood that I made this decree of sound mind, and it is binding according
