(That was exactly what had happened, she found out later, although here in Syan they called their small people Kallikans.) Each brilliant window stained with sun-bright colors looked as big as the Basilisk Gate back home, and there were dozens of them, so that the huge room seemed to be crowned with rainbows. The floor was a swirling pattern of black and white marble squares, an intricate circular mosaic called Perin's Eye-famous throughout the world, Erasmias Jino informed her as he led her across it. She followed him past the huge but empty throne and the company of armored knights in blue, red, and gold who stood solemnly against the throne room's great walls, still and silent as statues.

"You must permit me to show you the gardens at some point," the marquis told her. "The throne room is very fine, of course, but the royal gardens are truly extraordinary."

I take your point, fellow-this is what a true kingdom looks like. She kept her face cheerfully empty, but Jino's high-handedness griped her. You do not think much of Southmarch or our small problems and you want to remind me what real grandeur and real power look like. Yes, I take your point. You think my family's crown is no more impressive than the sham crown of wood and gold paint that I wore on the stage.

But the heart of a kingdom is not small just because the kingdom is, she thought.

Jino led her through a door at the back of the throne room, this one surrounded by a group of guards in different, although complementary, shades of blue and red from those lined along the walls of the throne room. "The King's Cabinet," said Jino, opening the door and gesturing for her to go in. A herald in a brilliant sky-blue tabard embroidered with Syan's famous sword and flowering almond branch, asked her name and title, then stamped his gold-topped stick on the floor.

"Briony te Meriel te Krisanthe M'Connord Eddon, Princess Regent of the March Kingdoms," he announced, as casually as if she were the fourth or fifth princess who'd come through the door that day. For all Briony knew, she might have been: two or three dozen guards, servants, and beautifully dressed courtiers filled the richly appointed room, and though many of them watched her entrance, few showed any signs of overwhelming interest.