The three boys stared at him with mouths agape.

"By Mar! Not a very trusting fellow are ya, sir?" Mince said.

Royce grinned ominously. "Make the reservation under the names of Grim and Baldwin. Run along now, Brand, but do hurry back. You don't want your friends to worry."

Brand led the horses away while the other two boys watched him go. Elbright gave a little shake of his head when Brand looked back.

"Now boys, why don't you tell us what is planned for this year's festivities."

"Well…" Elbright started, "I suspect this will be the most memorable Wintertide in a hundred years on account of the empress's marriage and all."

"Marriage?" Hadrian asked.

"Yes, sir. I thought everyone knew about that. Invitations went out months ago, and all the rich folk, even kings and queens, have been coming from all over."

"Who's she marrying?" Royce asked.

"Lard Ethelred," Mince said.

Elbright lowered his voice. "Shut it, Mince."

"He's a snake."

Elbright growled and cuffed him on the ear. "Talk like that will get you dead." Turning back to Royce and Hadrian, he said, "Mince has a bit of a crush on the empress. He's not too pleased with the old king on account of him marrying her and all."

"She's like a goddess, she is," Mince declared, misty-eyed. "I seen her once. I climbed to that roof for a better view when she gave a speech last summer. She shimmered like a star, she did. By Mar, she's beautiful. Ya can tell she's the daughter of Novron. I've never seen anyone so pretty."

"See what I mean? Mince is a bit crazy when it comes to the empress," Elbright apologized. "He's got to get used to Regent Ethelred running things again. Not that he ever really stopped on account of the empress being sick and all."