“These are izmalis, Highness. They serve as personal protection, nothing more.”
Arutha chose to say nothing as the knot of people around the babies seemed about to break up. The izmalis were famous as bodyguards, the finest protection available to the nobility of the Empire of Great Kesh, but rumour had it they were also highly trained spies and, occasionally, assassins. Their abilities were nearly legendary. They were reputed to be everything just short of ghosts in their ability to come and go undetected. Arutha disliked having men only one step away from assassins within his walls, but Abdur was entitled to his personal retinue, and Arutha judged it unlikely the Keshian Ambassador would bring anyone into Krondor who might be dangerous to the Kingdom. Besides himself, Arutha added silently.
“We shall also need to speak of the latest request from Queg regarding docking rights in Kingdom ports,” said Lord Hazara-Khan.
Arutha looked openly amazed. Then his expression changed to one of irritation. “I suppose a passing fisherman or sailor just mentioned it to you as you disembarked at the harbour?”
“Highness, Kesh has friends in many places,” answered the Ambassador with an ingratiating smile.
“Well, it will certainly do no good to comment on Kesh’s Imperial Intelligence Corps, for we both know that” - Hazara-Khan joined in and they both spoke in unison – “no such group exists.”
Abdur Rachman Memo Hazara-Khan bowed and said, “With Your Highness’s kind permission?”
Arutha bowed slightly as the Keshian made his farewell, then turned to Jimmy. “What? You two scoundrels drew duty today?”
Jimmy shrugged, indicating it wasn’t his idea. Arutha noticed his wife instructing the nurse to return the twins to their nursery. “Well, you must have done something to warrant deLacy’s displeasure. Still, we can’t have you missing all the fun. I understand there’s supposed to be a particularly good barrel-ball game later this afternoon.”
Jimmy feigned surprise, while Locklear’s face lit up. “I think so,” said Jimmy noncommittally.
Motioning the boys to follow as the Prince’s party began to head inside, Arutha said, “Well then, we’ll have to drop in and see how it goes, won’t we?”
Jimmy winked at Locklear. Then Arutha said, “Besides, if you boys lose that bet, your skins won’t be worth a tanner’s trouble by the time the other squires get through with you.”
Jimmy said nothing while they moved toward the great hall and the reception for the nobles before the commoners were admitted to the feast in the courtyard. Then he whispered to Locklear, “That man has an irritating habit of always knowing what’s going on around here.”
The celebration was in full swing, nobles mingling with those commoners granted admission to the palace courtyard. Long tables stood heavily laden with food and drink, and for many in attendance this was the finest meal they would eat this year. While formality was forgotten, the commoners were still deferential to Arutha and his party, bowing slightly and using formal address. Jimmy and Locklear hovered nearby, in case they were needed.
Carline and Laurie walked arm in arm behind Arutha and Anita. Since their own wedding, the new Duke and Duchess of Salador had settled down somewhat, in contrast to their well-reported and stormy romance at the King’s court. Anita turned toward her sister-in-law and said, “I’m pleased you could stay this long. It’s so much a man’s palace here in Krondor. And now with two boys . . .”
“It’s going to get worse,” finished Carline. “Being raised by a father and two brothers, I know what you mean.”
Arutha glanced over his shoulder at Laurie and said, “It means she was spoiled shamelessly.”
Laurie laughed, but thought better of comment as his wife’s blue eyes narrowed. Anita said, “Next time, a daughter.”
“Then she can be shamelessly spoiled,” said Laurie.
“When are you going to have children?” asked Anita.
Arutha turned from the table with a pitcher of ale, filling both his own and Laurie’s mugs. A servant hastened to present wine cups to the ladies. Carline answered Anita by saying, “We’ll have them when we have them. Believe me, it isn’t for lack of trying.”
Anita stifled a laugh behind her hand, while Arutha and Laurie exchanged glances. Carline looked from face to face and said, “Don’t tell me you two are blushing?” To Anita she said, “Men.”
“Lyam’s last missive said Queen Magda might be with child. I expect we’ll know for certain when he sends his next bundle of dispatches.”
Carline said, “Poor Lyam, always such a one for the ladies, having to marry for reasons of state. Still, she’s a decent sort, if a little dull, and he seems happy enough.”
Arutha said, “The Queen isn’t dull. Compared to you a fleet of Quegan raiders is dull.” Laurie said nothing, but his blue eyes echoed Arutha’s comment. “I just hope they have a son.”