terms?"
Trent answered, âYes. Conditions under which I will take the job. The term of regency will extend beyond Brandon's attainment of majority. In other words, he won't be crowned until..."
Trent broke off and laughed again.
âYes, Highness,â Tragg urged. âUntil ... ?"
âWell, until I either croak or get tired of the whole mess and abdicate ... uh, step down. Then Brandon becomes Lord of Perilous and king of the realms therein."
Outrageous was the word most whispered around the table.
âOh, come, gentle lords,â Trent said. âI know it's a grab for power. I admit it. It's a scam, a ruse. I'll be king in all but name, not just regent. But I've been waiting for just such an opportunity all my life. Now it's here, knocking away, and I'm making my move. All legal and proper. I think I deserve the throne, and I think I was wronged by having the throne denied me. It's that simple. You may detest my methods, but my motives are pure. I simply want what is rightfully mine, what was granted me by the divine grace of the gods."
â'Legal and proper,'â Tragg scoffed. âThere is a term for what you are about."
âOh, I'm not afraid of the word. One man's blackmail is another's friendly persuasion. Sure, I'm railroading you. But you guys ... pardon my lapsing into cant. You're all past masters at the art of strong-arming. You wouldn't be in the positions you're in if you weren't. Why this sudden pretense of being shocked when the wrestling match starts going against you?"
âWith respect, I object to your choice of metaphor."
Trent took his foot from the table. âForget the rhetorical devices. I'm making you an offer you shouldn't refuse. I'll settle for a souped-up regency in exchange for signing papers to the effect that I relinquish all claims to the Siege Perilous, in perpetuity, in aeternum, et cetera. Do we have a deal?"
At the end of his patience, Tragg protested, âHis Highness wants both sides of his bread buttered. He wants us to choose between making him king de facto and entertaining his pretensions to kingship de jure. In short, make him king now or wait till he outmaneuvers us and steals the throne later. Sir, we are damned if we do or don't!"
âDamned right. That's it in the proverbial nutshell. I have you guys over a barrel and you know it."
Yorvil cackled fiendishly, slapping the table.
Trent looked at him, amused.
Hivelt surveyed the room, tallying silent assent. âMy lords, shall we all say that we'll take it into consideration?"
Tragg's fist hit the table. âI'll not stand for it!"
Hivelt sighed. âOne objection, then. Any others?"
âI want an answer soon,â Trent said.
âSurely, sir, you'll let us consult in private beforeâ"
âOf course, of course.â Trent's smile suddenly left him. âAbout the coroner's inquest..."
âThere will be no autopsy,â Hivelt said.
âHuh? Why?"
âCanon law. No mutilation of the king's body is permitted."
âNot even when there's some question as to the cause of death?"
âNo. Under no circumstances."
âWhat does Dr. Mirabilis think the cause of death was?"
âHe will make a preliminary post mortem report in a few hours. However, he's limited in what he can do."
âHas he said anything ? Guesses?"
âHe did say something about heart failure."
Trent snorted. âThat's a big help."
âWe'll know eventually,â Hivelt said, shrugging. âMirabilis says he has plenty of non-intrusive procedures."
âWell, that's something."
âHis Highness's solicitude concerning his brother is most touching,â Tragg said. The irony fairly oozed.
Trent's manner had undergone a rapid change. He looked uneasy. But he managed a crooked grin. âTragg, that was right over the plate. Not your usual breaking ball. Why don't you come right out and say I had him murdered?"
âAgain, His Highness's choice of metaphor