under the tree. âShe is free,â he whispered. âLike me, she is free. Gods be praised for this.â
Pterocles nodded to him, and to Grus, and to Artamus. To the other wizard, he said, âYou see.â
âYes, I see, or I hope I do,â Artamus answered. âThank you for letting me watch you. That was a brilliant piece of sorcery.â He also bowed to Pterocles.
âIâve done it before. I knew I could do it now,â Pterocles said, and gestured toward the other thrall. âLetâs see you match it. Then weâll know how brilliant it is.â
âIâll do my best,â Artamus said. He turned to the thrall, whoâd stood there all through Pteroclesâ spell, as indifferent to the marvel as he was to everything else in his miserable life. Artamus asked, âWhat is your name, fellow?â
âLybius,â the scarred thrall replied.
Artamus had his own bit of crystal on a silver chain. He began to swing it back and forth, as Pterocles had before him. Lybiusâ eyes followed the sparkling crystal. Artamus waited for a bit, then began, âYou are an empty one, Lybius.â¦â
The spell proceeded as it had for Pterocles. Artamus wasnât as smooth as Grusâ chief wizard, but he seemed capable enough. He summoned the rainbows into being and brought them into a glowing, spinning circle around Lybiusâ head and then into and inside it.
And, as Vasa hadâand as Otus had before herâLybius awoke from thralldom into true humanity. He wept. He squeezed Artamusâ hand and babbled what little praise he knew how to give. And Grus slowly nodded to himself. He did have a weapon someone besides Pterocles could wield.
Lanius was studying a tax register to make sure all the nobles in the coastal provinces had paid everything they were supposed to. Officials here in the capital had a way of forgetting about those distant lands, and the people who lived in them knew it and took advantage of it whenever they could. But they were Avornans, too, and the kingdom needed their silver no less than anyone elseâs. Lanius might not have wanted to raise taxes, but he did want to collect everything properly owed.
Prince Ortalis stuck his head into the little room where the king worked. âDo you know where Sosia is?â he asked.
âNot right this minute. Iâve been here for a couple of hours,â Lanius answered.
âWhat are you working on?â Ortalis asked. When Lanius explained, his brother-in-law made a horrible face. âWhy on earth are you wasting your time with that sort of nonsense?â
âI donât think itâs nonsense,â Lanius said. âWe need to see that the laws are carried out, and we need to punish people who break them.â
âThatâs work for a secretary, or at most for a minister,â Ortalis said. âA king tells people what to do.â
âIf I donât already know what theyâre doing, how can what I tell them make any sense?â Lanius asked reasonably. âAnd secretaries do do most of this. But if I donât do some, how can I know whether theyâre doing what theyâre supposed to? If a king lets officials do whatever they want, pretty soon theyâre the ones telling people what to do, and he isnât.â
âYouâre welcome to it.â Ortalis went off down the hall shaking his head.
Grus had tried to get his legitimate son to show some interest in governing Avornis. Lanius knew that. He also knew Grus hadnât had much luck. Ortalis didnât, and wouldnât, care. In a way, that made Lanius happy. Ortalis would have been a more dangerous rival if heâd worried aboutâor even taken any notice ofâthe way government actually worked.
Ortalis would also have been a more dangerous rival without the streak of cruelty that ran through so much of what he did. Hunting helped keep it down, which was one reason