“Go on.”
“Since you won the Harvest Tournament, of course, there has been rumour after rumour. I think it is generally accepted now that you are not a rogue sorcerer but rumours of your power are growing… and after today, if I have anything to do with it, they will grow even further.”
“You won’t,” said Tarkyn shortly.
Orolan swallowed, “Do you want me to go on, Your Highness?” When Tarkyn nodded briefly, the brigand continued, “I don’t think people know what to make of you, sire. Although there is a groundswell of support for you, it is rumoured that you will not support a coup. You have flexed your muscles with both of your brothers, so to speak, but have left them and their men unharmed. It is as though you are saying, ‘I have the power to take your throne if I want it but at the mome
