He filled Grif's cup.

'You are a brooder,'said Grif, 'and some day you will hatch eggs.'He laughed. He choked on his drink. 'What is your appraisal of the situation?'

Away from thoughts of Galen, Cromis felt on firmer ground.

'You know that there were riots in the city, and that the queen held her ground against Canna Moidart's insurgents?'

'Aye. I expect to break the heads of malcontents. We were on our way to do that when we noticed the smoke about your tower. You'll join us, of course?'

Cromis shook his head.

'A cordial invitation to a skull-splitting, but there are other considerations,'he said. 'I received intelligence this morning that the Moidart rides from the north. Having sown her seeds, she comes harvesting. She brings an army of northmen, headed by her mother's kin, and you knoW that brood have angered themselves since Boning dispossessed them and took the land 'for Viricon. Presumably, she gathers support on the way.'

Birkin Grif heaved himself from his chair. He stamped a over to the window and looked down at his men, his breath wheezing. He turned to Cromis, and his heavy face was dark.

'Then we had better to ride, and swiftly. This is a bad thing. How far has the Moidart progressed? Has the Young Queen marshalled her forces?'

Cromis shrugged.

'You forget, my friend. I have been a recluse, preferring poetry to courts and swords. My… informant…, told me nothing but what I have told you. He died a little later. He was in some part responsible for the smoke you saw.'He poured himself a mug of wine, and went on:

'What I counsel is this: that you should take your company and go north, taking the fastest route and travelling lightly. Should the queen have prepared an army, you will doubtless overhaul it before any significant confrontation. Unless a Methven be already in charge of it, you must offer (offer only: people forget, and we have not the king to back us any more) your generalship.