did not even inhabit the same kind of world my Djangs or my Clansmen did when they spoke of fun.
“I shall have everything seen to, majister.” He eyed me with a lively glance. He hesitated, which I fancied was an odd thing for him to do. He glanced toward the door, and opened his mouth; then he closed that firm-lipped mouth and nodded. “By morning the culprits, if there are any left, will have been rooted out. And I shall start with the guards at your door. They must have heard the commotion, and yet they did nothing.”
“Bought,” I said. “Bought and paid for.”
“Aye, prince,” he said. Even without the pappattu and the Lahals, he knew who I was. “But who?”
“We’ll find out.”
“And the quicker the better,” said the emperor. “I must give you thanks, Layco, for saving my life. That she- leem would have skewered me with that dagger. But it means she cannot testify.”
“I shall do all I can, majister.”
“Yes, Layco. On you I rely. You never fail me.”
I remained silent.
“You honor me, as always, majister.”
“I shall never forget your loyalty for as long as I live.” The emperor looked around on the shambles, on the dead, the six Chuliks, the bladesman, the vadnicha. He shook his head. “Indeed, it is a terrible thing to be an emperor.”
And I felt the stupid giggle starting deep within me.
The emperor’s enemies had attempted to poison him and get him out of the way of their schemes, remove him at the first from the palace revolution. My wonderful Delia and our friends had foiled that plot and cured the emperor. The guilty had been punished. The traitors would be paid off, and the loyal guards return. Layco Jhansi would see to that.
But — but! We had given the emperor a thousand years of life.
Never before had he been seated so thoroughly upon the throne. It was a joke. His enemies would fade away and vanish like Drig’s Lanterns. The emperor of Vallia would remain the emperor of Vallia for a thousand years.
I felt the relief like wine bubbles rising and bursting.
It was marvelous!
And my Delia — how we would laugh, together, back with our family in Esser Rarioch. The emperor was staring at me. Layco Jhansi was staring at me. The stench of blood rose dizzyingly in the room. I glared back at them. I could feel the unleashing of emotions bursting in me, rising like the wine bubbles, forcing their way out.
A thousand years and not a care in the whole wild world of Savage Kregen beneath the Suns of Scorpio!
And I laughed. I, Dray Prescot, Lord of Strombor and Krozair of Zy, I laughed and laughed and laughed.
