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тАЬGood evening to you all, my friends, and thank you for coming. Be at ease, and let there be no idle ceremony.тАЭ When they continued to stand motionless and uncertain, he said to
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Julian, May - Boreal Moon 01 - Conqueror's Moon

Vanguard, тАЬGodfather, help me cope with these bottles, which I brought specially from Brent Lodge for this gathering. ItтАЩs a brisk new Stippenese vintage from the Niss Valley that
will quench our thirst without dulling our wits. Time enough for ardent spirits after youтАЩve all listened to my proposal and made up your minds about it.тАЭ

They relaxed then, and there were low-pitched words of greeting to Conrig from the older nobles and diffident nods from the young ones. Cups were drawn from velvet or leather
pouches and held out for filling by the prince himself, who called each person by name and made casual talk. Lady Zeandrise had her weathered hand kissed by the royal winebearer
and pursed her lips tightly to forestall a smile.

Finally Conrig poured into TanabyтАЩs own simple beaker of waxed honey-wood and let the duke do the honors for him. The princeтАЩs silver cup was lined with gold; a great amethyst
formed part of the stem, a talisman against drunkennessтАж and poison.

тАЬA toast,тАЭ he said quietly, lifting his drink. тАЬTo the good sense of those here present, which must determine whether the plan I propose will be acceptable or die aborning.тАЭ

тАЬTo good sense,тАЭ Tanaby echoed, тАЬbut also to daring.тАЭ He had already been taken into ConrigтАЩs confidence and knew some details of the scheme, but had withheld judgment of its
merit pending this consultation with the others.

They took their seats in a poorly concealed aura of excitement, with the Prince Heritor seated on the folding chair and the others spread out on either side. Young Baron Kimbolton
put more wood on the fire. The sunset was rapidly fading.

тАЬDo you like the wine?тАЭ Conrig inquired pleasantly.

Most voiced their approval. Count Munlow Ramscrest grimaced and shifted his great bulk so that his stool creaked ominously. His oversized mantle, trimmed with black wolf fur,
spread around him like a sledge robe. тАЬI would as lief take honest Cathran mead any day over foreign grape-gargle. Still, it does cut the phlegm.тАЭ

The others roared with laughter.

But then bluff Ramscrest asked the prince flat out, тАЬYour Grace, does this plan of yours involve mere punitive strikes against Didion, or would you wage open warfare?тАЭ

тАЬI intend to mount an invasion,тАЭ the prince replied, тАЬand seize Holt Mallburn, and force Achardus to accept the Edict of Sovereignty or have it stuffed down his gullet.тАЭ

RamscrestтАЩs face, as homely and full of bristles as that of a boar, broke into a beatific smile. He said, тАЬOh, yes. Yes indeed!тАЭ

Some of the others began to exclaim and call out questions, but the penetrating voice of Parlian Beorbrook cut through the clamor like a brazen trumpet. тАЬAnd what does the KingтАЩs
Grace think of this brave notion?тАЭ

They all fell silent.

The prince set his cup on the small table before him, rose, and began to pace slowly back and forth in front of the fire. He was five-and-twenty years of age, over six feet tall, well-
built, and fine of feature as his father, King Olmigon, had been in his youth; but no one in the room would dispute that Conrig Wincantor far surpassed his sire both in strength of
character and in mental acuity. In recent years the king had become capricious and vacillating, prone to following dubious advice from certain favored members of his Privy Council,
and shunting important matters aside while he dithered over some triviality.

Olmigon had agreed to ConrigтАЩs Edict of Sovereignty proposal only after months of dispute. It was the king who had made the disastrous decision that the royal delegation bearing
the Edict to the court of Didion should be small and accompanied only by a token force of warriors; and it was the king, a fine naval tactician in his prime, who had decided that
CathraтАЩs response to the delegationтАЩs slaughter should be a sea blockade rather than a land invasion of the northern kingdom.