“When do we begin our search for the Kindred?” the chief asked. Both his plate and wineglass now empty. “I intend on beginning immediately,” the king replied. “And which two elements do you wish to possess?” “Two? I wish to possess all four.” The chief frowned. “All four? How is that splitting things fifty-fifty?” “It’s not.” “I don’t understand.” “I know. And that’s just...sad, really.” A smile stretched across the king’s face. The chief stared at him for a moment, a drunken glaze in his eyes thanks to the two bottles of wine he’d drunk. Then he started to laugh. “You nearly had me. No, Gaius. I trust you to hold true to your word. We are like brothers after the blood sacrifice of your bastard. I don’t forget.” “Neither do I.” The king’s smile held as he got to his feet and moved

