'An educated man? Rich offerings for Elantris today! All right, you conniving rulo, what do you want?'

'Thirty days,' Raoden said. 'For thirty days you will show me around and tell me what you know.'

'Thirty days? Sule, you're kayana.'

'The way I see it,' Raoden said. moving to tuck the meat back in his sash, 'the only food that ever enters this place arrives with the newcomers. One must get pretty hungry with so few offerings and so many mouths to feed. One would think the hunger would be almost maddening.'

'Twenty days,' Galladon said, a hint of his former intensity showing again. 'Thirty, Galladon. If you won't help me, someone else will.'

Galladon ground his teeth for a moment. 'Rulo,' he muttered. then held out his hand. 'Thirty days. Fortunately, I wasn't planning any extended trips during the next month.'

Raoden tossed him the meat with a laugh.

Galladon snatched the meat. Then. though his hand jerked reflexively toward his mouth, he stopped. With a careful motion he tucked the meat into a pocket and stood up. 'So. what should I call you?'

Raoden paused. Probably best if people don't know I'm royalty, for now. ' works just fine for me.'

Galladon chuckled. 'The private type, I see. Well, let's go then. It's time for you to get the grand tour.'

CHAPTER 2

Sarene stepped off of the ship to discover that she was a widow. It was shocking news, of course, but not as devastating as it could have been. After all, she had never met her husband. In fact, when Sarene had left her homeland, she and Raoden had only been engaged. She had assumed that the kingdom of Arelon would wait to hold the wedding until she actually arrived. Where she came from, at least. it was expected that both partners would be present when they were married.

'I never liked that clause in the wedding contract. my lady.' said Sarene's companion-a melon-sized ball of light hovering at her side.

Sarene tapped her foot in annoyance as she watched the packmen load her luggage onto a carriage. The wedding contract had been a fifty-page beast of a document, and one of its many stipulations made her betrothal legally binding if either she or her fiancй died before the actual wedding ceremony.

'It's a fairly common clause, Ashe,' she said. 'That way, the treaty of a politieal marriage isn't voided if something happens to one of the participants. I've never seen it invoked.'

'Until today,' the ball of light replied, its voice deep and its words well enunciated.

'Until today,' Sarene admitted. 'How was I to know Prince Raoden wouldn't last the five days it took us to cross the Sea of Fjorden?' She paused, frowning in

thought. -Quote the clause to me, Ashe. I need to know exactly what it says.'

' 'If it happens that one member of the aforementioned couple is called home to Merciful Domi before the prearranged wedding time.' Ashe said, ''then the engagement will be considered equivalent to marriage in all legal and social re- spects. '

'Not much room for argument, is there?'

'Afraid not, my lady.'

Sarene frowned distractedly, foIding her arms and tapping her cheek with her index finger, watching the packmen. A tall, gaunt man directed the work with bored eyes and a resigned expression. The man, an Arelish court attendant named Ketol, was the only reception King Iadon had seen fit to send her. Ketol had been the one to 'regretfully inform her' that her fiance had 'died of an unexpected disease' during her journey. He had made the declaration with the same dull, uninterested tone that he used to command the packmen.

'So,' Sarene clarified. 'as far as the law is concerned, I'm now a princess of Arelon.'

'That is correct, my lady.'

'And the widowed bride of a man I never met.'

'Again, correct.'

Sarene shook her head. 'Father is going to laugh himself sick when he hears about this. I'll never live it down.'

Ashe pulsed slightly in annoyance. 'My lady, the king would never take such a solemn event with levity. The death of Prince Raoden has undoubtedly brought great grief to the sovereign family of Arelon.'

'Yes. So much grief, in fact, that they couldn't even spare the effort it would take to come meet their new daughter.'

'Perhaps King Iadon would have come himself if he'd had more warning of

our arrival…,

Sarene frowned, but the Seon had a point. Her early arrival, several days ahead of the main wedding party, had been intended as a prewedding surprise for Prince Raoden. She'd wanted a few days, at least, to spend time with him privately and in person. Her secrecy, however, had worked against her.

'Tell me, Ashe,' she said. 'How long do Arelish people customarily wait between a person's death and their burial?'

'I'm not sure, my lady,' Ashe confessed. 'I left Arelon long ago, and I lived here for such a short time that I can't remember many specifics. However, my studies tell me that Arelish customs are generally similar to those of your homeland.'

Sarene nodded, then waved over King Iadon's attendant.

'Yes, my lady?' Ketol asked in a lazy tone.

'Is a funeral wake being held for the prince?' Sarene asked.

'Yes, my lady,' the attendant replied. 'Outside the Korathi chapel. The burial will happen this evening.'

'I want to go see the casket.'

Ketol paused. 'Uh… His Majesry asked that you be brought to him immediately…

'Then I won't spend long at the funeral tent,' Sarene said, walking toward her carriage.

Sarene surveyed the busy funeral tent with a critical eye, waiting as Ketol and a few of the packmen cleared a way for her to approach the casket. She had to admit, everything was irreproachable-the flowers, the offerings, the praying Korathi priests. The only oddity about the event was how crowded the tent was.

'There certainly are a lot of people here,' she noted to Ashe.

'The prince was very well liked, my lady,' the Seon replied, floating beside her. 'According to our reports, he was the most popular public figure in the country.'

Sarene nodded, walking down the passageway Ketol had made for her. Prince Raoden's casket sat at the very center of the tent, guarded by a ring of soldiers who let the masses approach only so far. As she walked, she sensed true grief in the faces of those in attendance.

So it is true, she thought. The people did love him.

The soldiers made way for her, and she approached the casket. It was carved with Aons-most of them symbols of hope and peace-after the Korathi way. The entire wooden casket was surrounded by a ring of lavish foods-an offering made on behalf of the deceased.

'Can I see him?' she asked, turning toward one of the Korathi priests-a small, kindly-looking man.

'I'm sorry, child,' the priest said. 'But the prince's disease was unpleasantly disfiguring. The king has asked that the prince be allowed dignity in death.'

Sarene nodded, turning back to the casket. She wasn't sure what she had expected to feel, standing before the dead man she would have married. She was oddly… angry.

She pushed that emotion away for the moment, instead turning to look around the tent. It almost seemed too formal. Though the visiting people were obviously grieved, the tent, the offerings, and the decorations seemed sterile.

A man of Raoden's age and supposed vigor, she thought. Dead of the coughing shivers. It could happen-but it certainly doesn't seem likely.

'My… lady?' Ashe said quietly. 'Is something wrong?'

Sarene waved to the Seon and walked back toward their carriage. 'I don't know,' she said quietly. 'Something

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