“Here is the crest of my Sept,” he said, showing it off. “And though you four probably trained before my time as ansai, I’d expect you to recognize the robes.” He drew himself up grandly, indicating his sopping wet, torn, and dirty garments.
The guards dropped to their knees, offering him the salute of the Xamarai.
“Ansai, forgive us,” said the first soldier, eyes averted and fist pressed to his heart. “We didn’t know you were in residence.”
“I doubt news of my presence has spread,” Viran replied airily, returning the ring to the pocket whence it had come. “Summon the head steward and have him fetch our towels.”
“Yes, Ansai,” they said, standing and retreating. One of the younger men flicked his gaze toward Keriya.
“Soldier! Avert your eyes in the presence of royalty,” Viran barked. T
