"Ah, of course, Olin's child!" said the bearded man on the high-backed couch, waving her forward. He was dressed in serious, dark clothes and his voice was deep and strong. "I see his face in yours. This is an unexpected pleasure."

"Thank you, your Majesty." Briony made her curtsies. Enander Karallios was the most powerful ruler in Eion and looked the part. He had gone a little to fat in recent years, but he was a big man and managed to carry it well. His hair was dark, almost black, with only a little gray, and his face, though rounded by age and weight, was still strong and impressive, brow high, eyes wide-set, his nose strong and sharp, so that it was still quite possible to see why as a younger man he had been considered a very dashing and handsome prince indeed. "Come, child, sit down. We are pleased to see you. Your father is dear to us."

"Dear to all of Eion," said the woman in the beautiful pearled gown beside him. This must be Ananka te Voa, Briony realized, a powerful noblewoman in her own right, but also, and far more important, a mistress to kings. Briony was a little shocked to see her sitting at Enander's side so openly. The king's second wife had died some years ago, but the gossip Briony had heard among Makewell's Men suggested that he had only taken up with this woman recently, after Ananka had left her old lover, Hesper, the king of Jael and Jellon.

Hesper the bloody-handed traitor…!

Briony, who had been in mid-curtsy, almost lost her balance as she thought of him. There were few men in the world Briony would have seen tortured, but Hesper was one of them. She couldn't help wondering whether Ananka had been at his side when Hesper had decided to imprison Briony's father Olin and then sell him to Ludis Drakava. Looking at the woman's sharp, hard eyes, it was easy enough to believe.