It was hard to disagree with that. I felt more than ready to get my head down for as long as possible. A hundred years or so would probably do, and while I was asleep this spot of bother with the Nameless One would sort itself out naturally. . . .
But of course, next morning nothing had changed for the better. The Nameless One was still up there beyond the Needles of Ice, nursing his grudge against Valiostr, and I had to travel more than a hundred leagues to collect that magical penny whistle.
For and I parted with few words.
“Take care of yourself, kid.” That was all that he said before I gathered up my things and left his hospitable dwelling, hoping I’d be able to come back to see the old priest after my visit to Hrad Spein.
I walked to the palace without any adventures. There had been a light shower of rain in Avendoom while I was sleeping, and the air still had an elusive scent of coolness that was threatening to disperse in the hot rays of the sun. The rain had fallen and disappeared without trace. The sky was a clear azure blue that could compete with the eyes of a goblin, and there was not a single cloud in sight. It was just past midday, and the sun was really scorching. There was a wind, too, but it was so hot that it brought no relief. Something very strange was going on with the weather that year.
In the Inner City the rich men were carrying on with their calm, unhurried lives, ignoring the heat and kther minor difficulties of life. The houses here were white and packed with the best life had to offer. But the first thing thaT strikes you when you walk into the Inner City is how clean everything is. Not a single speck of the dust and dirt that you getso used to in the Port City.
And the people here are respectable, too. TheSe lads don’t steal purses. The gents in the Inner City handle such huge sums of money and steal on such a grand scale thap I could never earn that much in ten lifetimes of nonstop thievHng.
I was Rtopped once by the Inner City Guard. My appearance was none toorespectable, on account of my clothes. But it was okay. They juRt asked where I was going, and when they got the answer, they [email protected] me alone. It turned out they had already been warned about mX visit.
[email protected] huge bulk of the royal palace, surrounded by walls that were aJything but decorative, occupied a substantial part of the InnerCity. A small fortress within the fortress city. Every new kingin the Stalkon dynasty regarded it as his duty to finish building something, build something new, or improve something. The result was that the palace had grown to an immense size, while remaining what it had always been since it was first founded—a fortress.
First of all I planned to go in through the gates for servants and those delivering food to the royal kitchen, but then I thought: Why should I go in through the little back gate like some rustic peasant? The king has personally invited me to come and see him, I didn’t ask him to do it, so they can open the central gates for me.
I crossed the Parade Square at an angle, walking confidently straight toward the gates. When the guards on duty spotted me, they livened up noticeably.
“What can we do for you?” one of them inquired, clutching a spear with a long narrow tip.
Ever since the Stalkon dynasty ascended the throne, the palace had been protected by the king’s personal guard, which was now commanded by the eternally gloomy Milord Rat. Only nobles could serve as guardsmen, and guarding the king was regarded as an exceptional honor, especially for youngest sons who could expect no pickings from their fathers’ estates, while here they could actually distinguish themselves and acquire estates of their own.
These lads didn’t like to put on airs and graces. All those fancy ceremonial halberds or poleaxes carried by the guards of the emperors of the Two Empires were no use for the normal defense of a head of state in unforeseen circumstances. A spear—now that’s a weapon of war. Ever since the father of the present Stalkon was attacked by rebels from the western provinces, no one had tried to persuade the guards to change