Treachery of Kings

NINETEEN

It seemed a small eternity before the stout door opened again. Finally, a nondescript fellow, a man of no certain weight or height, appeared and thrust a lamp into the dark. It was hard to guess his age, for his features were most ordinary, neither flushed with youth nor withered by the years.

It looked, to Finn, as if some being wore the costume of a man, dressed for a festive event. From this very first glance, Finn felt wary, on edge, plainly discontent. Letitia, at his side, grew suddenly tense as well. No surprise to Finn, for the Mycer folk had a far keener insight into things unseen than humankind.

“Well, what is it?” the man of no distinction said. He spotted Devius then and turned the fellow's way.

“Do we have business, Lux? I don't recall we do. And these others, are they with you?”

“They are, sir. And I have nothing to show you at this time, though I am expecting some very fine items, which should arrive from the Venomous Coast in a fortnight or so. There is one article, said to be used in ancient times to curl a maiden's hair-”

“Then we shall talk about that at the time,” the man said, raising a hand to halt Lux.

“I am Dostagio, First Servant to His Majesty, King Llowenkeef-Grymm,” he said, looking vaguely at Finn, glancing past Letitia and the giant at her side. “What do you want of me?”

“I am Finn of Fyxedia, sir. And this is my-house servant, Mistress Letitia Louise. This fellow is Master Bucerius, Trader and Balloonist, who guided us here.”

“You know me, Dostagio,” Bucerius said, “though I doubt you'd recall. I been to your court on business before.”

“Yes, well, I'm sure,” Dostagio said, paying the Bullie no heed at all. “You. Finn, is it? Must I ask you again? What are you doing here?”

“I came on the orders of Prince Aghen Aghenfleck of Fyxedia. I bring a gift from my Prince to your King.”

“From the Prince? I don't expect His Grace will want it, but you may leave it here.”

“No, sir, with all respect, I cannot.”

“You cannot?”

“I cannot. I have express orders from the Prince to deliver the package you see here into the hands of the King himself.”

“Yes, well. Come back in the morning. Go to the main gate in front. Leave your name with the Chamberlain Fourth Class. It will be added to a list. The list will be forwarded to an official in the palace, as it is every morning at nine.”

“And may I ask which official is that?”

“That would be me. I will look at the list, scratch off all the names, and send it back to the gate again.”

Finn looked greatly alarmed. “What, then, is the point in getting on the list, if you scratch everyone off?”

“I couldn't say. I believe it was your idea to come here, not mine.

“Devius Lux, when you have an item of particular interest, do come and see me then. Please, all of you, step away from the door, and go back wherever you belong.”

“Wait. I'm not finished!”

“Yes, sir, you are.”

The drab fellow stepped back. The guard appeared again and began to close the great door. Bucerius pushed Finn away and thrust his enormous foot inside.

The guard looked startled. He blinked at the Bullie's boot, staggered back and went for his blade.

“Don't,” Bucerius told him, poking a big finger in the fellow's chest. “It be a bad idea, puttin’ your hand on that.”

“What is this, now? Remove your foot and leave at once!”

Some errant emotion tried to make its way to the First Servant's face. Struggled there a moment, and gracefully went away.

“Take this,” Bucerius said, drawing something from the packet at his belt. “I shoulda give it to you ‘fore we be talking at all. Doesn't nothing get through to your kind, all you got is rules.”

The fellow scarcely looked at the Bullie. He took the item and withdrew a step into the light. Finn saw it was a very small scroll, sealed with a smear of purple wax.

“What's that, what did you give him there?”

“Royal Warrant. It's what you use to be getting past stuffy fools like him.”

“You've got a Royal Warrant? From Aghen Ag-henfleck himself?”

“Your hearing be all right, human person? Just said I did. All them noble types, they be despising each other, but they got to do business like war and peace and such.

“I be carrying a sack of these things from princes, kings, sheiks, nabobs an’ tyrants you never heard of before. Can't get nothin’ done in my trade, you don't be having one of these.”

“Why didn't the Prince simply give it to me?” Finn asked, somewhat taken aback. “I could have presented it as easily as you.”

“Oh, now, he couldn't do that.” Bucerius granted Finn a kindly smile that galled him no end, a smile reserved for infants and others too dense to comprehend.

“You could be havin’ one of these, but wouldn't do you no good.”

“Oh, and why is that? I think I have my wits about me, much of the time.”

“Surely you do. What you don't know, ‘cause you never be in the trade like me, is how many gold crowns you got to be stuffin’ inside that scroll.”

Devius Lux gave a hearty cackle at that, and drew a frown from Finn.

“I don't know why I should be surprised to hear this. There's no one more venal, more eaten up with greed, than the toadies at a royal court.”

“None, as a fact. Unless it be the royals theyselves.”

At that moment, Dostagio stepped into the entryway again. If he had heard the talk between Bucerius and Finn, he gave no indication of it now.

“Master Finn, I know I express the feelings of His Grace, Llowenkeef-Grymm, his esteemed family, and the royal court itself, when I welcome you to Heldessia Land.

“If you and your, ah, serving creature, will kindly follow me, I will see you to comfortable quarters now.”

Bucerius hid a grin behind his big hand.

“I be seeing you again,” he told Finn. “Have a care, friend. These fellows is all of noble blood, but all your nobles be thieves. That's how they get to be princes and kings.”

Again, Dostagio seemed to have a deaf ear to anything spoken in his presence. Before Finn could bid the Bullie and the old man farewell, the door closed behind him, and he and Letitia Louise were within the walls of Heldessia's King.

Julia Jessica Slagg was there, too, but she was curled tightly against Finn's shoulders, under his heavy cloak. For once, she had kept her silence for a while, and Finn was most grateful for that. Getting in the palace was trouble enough. Explaining a golden lizard with silver jaws and ruby eyes was something else again