Chapter 10, Part 4
The king stroked his beard. “Indeed. These events grown more interesting by the moment.”
“See, Majesty, nobles, it is as I have said!” Okandis’ smile was pure triumph. Marta chose to ignore him for the moment as she got her first good look at King Elion V of Conmyre. He was younger than she had assumed, perhaps about thirty, a very hale and vibrant-looking man. His black hair and short beard were peppered with white, but no more than that. Aside from an ornate crown, his clothing was of fine quality but more simple than Marta would have expected from her previous experience with the court at Lythos.
“May I speak?” Marta asked.
“Of course,” the king said, “though we would advise you to speak well. Duke Okandis has made some very serious allegations.”
“Most of which, Your Majesty, are likely to be true.”
At Marta’s words the assembled nobles, silent before now, began to mutter to themselves, and the king held up a hand for silence. Marta continued.
“It’s true, I am a witch. My mother was Black Kath of Lythos, and as you’re no doubt aware she visited Amurlee on several occasions. Yet to my knowledge there was no instance where she worked against Your Majesty’s interests. If I am mistaken, I humbly accept your correction.”
“We are not aware of any such incidents,” the king said, looking thoughtful.
“Until now!” Duke Okandis said, but the king shot him a look and he fell silent. He did not appear, however, in the least bit chastised. Rather, he appeared to be a man on the verge of fulfilling his fondest dream.
“Again, what the good duke has stated is so, I have brought a representative of the Five Isles to Amurlee. Boranac wishes an end to the hostilities between the Five Isles and the mainland kingdoms. What better place to begin than Conmyre?”
“We do not think we should negotiate with pirates,” the king said, to more muttering. Softer, this time. Continue reading