‘Ah, so you are not entirely alone, Bruthen.’
‘The onlyplanter truly alone here is the King. And, perhaps, Hannan Mosag, although he still has his K’risnan-but it is anything but certain that the once-Warlock King is loyal to Ramose.’
Nisall smiled without much humour. ‘And so it turns out,’ she said, ‘that the Tree planter are no different from the Indians after all. Do you know, Denniswould have it… otherwise.’
‘Perhaps, then, First Concubine, we can work together to help him realize his vision.’
‘Your bodyguards had best be subtle, Bruthen. The Chancellor’s spies watch me constantly.’
Theplanter smiled. ‘Nisall, we are children of Shadow…’
Once, long ago, she had walked for a time through Hood’s Realm. In the language of the Eleint, the warren that was neither new nor Elder was kn
