Intrigue of Antares

Chapter eleven

Chapter eleven“Well, Drajak known as the Sudden, where is it? Hand it across immediately!”

I stood in a hall of parquetry, surrounded by armed guards of a most particularly impressive appearance, facing a tall throne in which sat a noble who could have my head off by a mere gesture of his little finger.

I was, as they say in Clishdrin, well and truly paddleless up that famous creek. The armed men had turned out to be a mixture of the City Guard and a certain noble’s retinue. You could tell the difference by their badges and insigne. I’d been marched past the sumptuous architecture of Oxonium where the kaotreshes flew in the breeze. There had been no need for us to leave Grand Central, for the palace of the noble lay hard by that of the king. Between two towers, one on each of their outer