Let neither queen nor prince rule over our dominion: for while crowns may devour honour, ones blood is not so easily gainsaid.

-Farah Isbili of the Pilgrims Blood, second Holy Seljun of Levant

Midnight Bell came and went.

Part of me itched to leave this place, to watch Sarcella disappear in the distance and let Nauk sleep in his tomb of ash. The rest knew that it would be absurd to ask that my beleaguered Third Army begin a night march after a hard days fighting. Even if Id been willing to push them that far, logistics would have forbidden it. We had wounded still hovering between life and death, equipment to mend or replace. At least another dozen crucial preparations that must be undertaken before we left, if the advance was to be organized in the slightest instead of a rout in a vaguely appropriate direction. Truth be told I should be sleeping myself, but with the night a second wind had come to me that made it unlikely Id be able to slumber even if I tried. The drow were the same, nocturnal in a way they would never have truly understood in that sunless ruined empire of theirs. It wasnt anymore, of course. Theirs. My bargain with the Herald of the Deeps had seen to that and more. The lowering of the Gloom and a fallen realm, in exchange for the chance at a fresh one. In practice, supplies for the massive exodus marching on the Dead Kings northern borders along with departure unmolested from the old Empire Ever Dark. Unmolested if on reasonable schedule, anyway. The dwarves had made it clear that lingering would be taken as a breach of the terms.

There was slightly more to it, another bargain made with a dying foe to strike together against one at the peak of its unlife, but that would have to wait. The Kingdom Under would not lift a finger until the rest of us had died in drove for its advantage, and not send a single soldier past the line of its interests. It didnt matter, though. If well-timed, our last arrangement could be made into a very effective blow. And be used as highly usefu; diplomatic leverage with the First Prince, I admitted to myself. This couldnt be won by slapping everyone in the face until they agreed to my terms, thatd make the Liesse Accords barely worth the parchment they were written on. I had to make it in everyones interests to sign. There would be nations thatd never even consider it the Dread Empire, the Kingdom of the Dead but the one I worried most about was the Dominion of Levant. I was beginning to understand, slowly, exactly how much Names meant to their people. How essential theyd been made to the fabric of their ruling class because of the way they lent legitimacy. I didnt and wouldnt have the kind of clout or justification to uproot that entirely, which would force me to rely on someone I really rather wouldnt: the Grey Pilgrim. Not only could I not kill the old hero, as the consequence of that would be a nearly Callowan degree of spite, I had to get him to back the Accords.

It wasnt impossible. But in all likelihood it was going to come at an unpleasant price.

My legionaries were long gone by now, save for a handful of weary sappers keeping an eye on the pyres to make sure nothing got out of hand. It was no longer mortal flame burning the wood and bodies, which at least allowed them to see something interesting for their trouble. A funeral pyre, after all, wasnt just about burning wood and flesh: it had to see to the bones as well. Save for some specific kinds of sorcerous flame and the much riskier goblinfire, there wasnt much that could do that for human and greenskin ossature. Legion custom was to grind the bones after the rest was ash and spread them on the battlefield, should time allow. It was one of those grim duties that soldiers didnt like to talk about, and usually ended up passed on to sappers or whatever company had last irked the commanding officer. There wouldnt be any need for that tonight, though. From the beginning itd been clear that we might not even have enough wood to burn all the flesh, not without hacking apart another section of the city entirely, but mundane flame was not my full arsenal. Id put my restless Mighty to work. Flames icy-blue and pitch-black had lit up the night, spreading through the pyres, and behind those Id ordered something more discreet. Uses of Night, acidic and corrosive, that would see to it no bones were left come dawn. It would have been horrifying for soldiers, I knew, to wake in daylight and see the gnarled and darkened bones of those theyd fought to the side of strewn across the remains of the pyres. So instead the dead burned black and blue, and a little else too.

It was still watching that eerie spectacle that General Rumena found me. Not that the old drow would have encountered great difficulty in that: I was surrounded by an honour guard of Firstborn that might have been good as invisible to humans but was a glaring sign for those of their kind. Resting on a half-broken bench of stone, back against a soot-slashed oaken door delivered there by my drow, I kept my gaze on the flames even as it came to stand by my side. The ancient creature tread light as a feather, and I could feel a flicker of Night under its skin that would make it nothing but a shadow among shadows to the naked eye.

They did not attack, General Rumena said.

On my lap a sword of obsidian sat sheathed, and my hand had been tight around it filling the artefact, slowly, with the purposeful Night I would unleash when the time came but at that obvious announcement my fingers began drumming against the sheath. It did not reply, tacitly inviting it to elaborate.

The Dominion leader called for assembly of its captains when those captured were returned, the old drow continued. They have been at this ever since. Debate is loud and bitter. Blades were drawn at least once, and not sheathed before reddened.

I knew better than to ask how it knew that. After nightfall, with the Sisters flying somewhere above? I was almost surprised I wasnt getting a full transcript of the conversations.

Not unexpected, I said.

The general said nothing, though I felt its presence pulse in the Night. Surprise, maybe? Hard to tell, drow felt emotions so differently than humans and this strange sense of mine was highly imprecise anyway. I could measure impact but not grasp its nature, and guessing at the thoughts of the Firstborn was always chancy business.

Youve never been shy before, Tomb-Maker, I said. Out with it.

It was my understanding that you meant for the Dominion cattle to try the city, Rumena replied. So as to slaughter them with pretence of mercy. Is this not a disappointment?

I leaned against the door that had been made into the back of this makeshift throne of mine, cloak held tight against my frame to ward off the creeping cold. The blue and black flames still danced in the distance, the silhouettes of the few goblins out there lending the sight the appearance of some strange tribal ritual.

I have a friend whos no stranger to thievery, I said. She did a lot of learning with unsavoury crowds, in all manners of theft. One of them is called confidence tricks.

Humans have exceedingly little to be confident about, the Tomb-Maker noted. What manner of trickery is it?

Usually, its a lie that preys on the greed or credulity of someone to get coin from them, I said. But Vivienne, she once told me that in her home those tricks were split in two kinds: dapple and pearl. After horse coats, she said.

Rumenas silver-blue stare stayed on me, and it did not speak.

A dappled horse, I said, is one thats flecked pale and grey. Those are the tricks that prey on the nave, Rumena, and her guild frowned if those were used on anyone save nobles and foreigners.

Neither of which, I thought, most Callowans had been inclined to weep over during the decades of Praesi rule.

The other kind, though, the pearls? I said. Its a kind of horse thats pale all over. Those tricks prey on greed, and they were fair game on anyone. The unspoken part of that, Rumena, is that if someone acts wickedly theres no shame in doing them the same turn. A pearl trick doesnt work at all, if the mark acts decent.

A pearl trick, the old drow repeated. As you played on the Dominion cattle.

I nodded slowly.

They gave oaths, I said. If they keep them, no one bleeds. And theyve proved they can learn, that they can be trusted in the war up north. But if they break their oaths

There is no shame, Rumena thoughtfully said, in doing them a wicked turn.

A strange notion to it, no doubt. The drow did not think it shameful in the slightest to turn on each other over without a reason or, rather, being stronger than the other was enough of a reason in and of itself. But it wasnt the way things worked, up here, and if they were going to stay among us they needed to learn. It mattered, how you went about things. Id learned that much too late in my rise, believing what counted was that you got there at all. And the moment Id begun extending a hand outside the borders of Callow Id run into one closed door after another. Best they learn from my mistakes, as the Sisters meant them to.

You are pleased, then, the general said. That they are holding to their oaths.

Silence stretched. I looked at the flames, and thought of the orc burning among them who I had called my friend.

Am I? I murmured, wondering. Ask me again come morning, Tomb-Maker.

I tightened the Mantle of Woe around me once more, and was still looking at the fire when Rumena left.

I slept fitfully, never leaving my seat, and it could not have been more than an hour or two when someones approach had me immediately awake. A drow itd been the ripple in the Night that warned me though not one of the sigil-holders. By the looks of the paint on its face it was of the Svatuk Sigil, higher than dzulu but low in the pecking order of the Mighty. A messenger, then. The thickly-muscled drow bowed, silver tresses sweeping down as it did, and only straightened when I flicked my wrist in permission. Exhaustion was lingering in my bones, but my mind was mostly awake and that was what mattered.

Losara Queen, the drow said. I bring word from the General Rumena.

Then speak, I said.

Our reinforcements have arrived, under the command of Lord Ivah, the Firstborn said. Twelve thousand, now in sight of this cattle-city. A warband came ahead, led by the Mighty Archer.

Indrani had caught up as soon as she could, looked like. Must have tired herself out hurrying regardless of my request that she not though I supposed my taking the drow vanguard ahead without a word had invalidated that in her eyes. My grip closed around the ebony staff propped up at my side and I dragged myself up, catching the sheathed sword on my lap before it could fall and fastening it on my belt with fingers made clumsy by the cold.

Is that the whole of the words you carry? I asked.

The Tomb-Maker says that the pot of the Dominion no longer seems in risk of tipping, the drow said. Both pillars still live.

The strife in the camp had come at an end, then. Hard to know whether the blades coming out earlier had been over Razin Tanjas ill-fated offensive and the ensuing losses, or an attempt at oath-breaking that was ended steel in hand. Both he and Captain Elvera were apparently still alive, regardless, so whatever the truth theyd come to a truce. I suspected that the moment the sharper would blow was when the rest of the forty-thousand strong army arrived, including Tanjas lordly father and the lady Captain Elvera answered to. Didnt intend to stick around to watch that from up close, though: Id already sown the seeds of discord with the oaths, Id let them either grow into something thornier or die out on their own. Having two of the four most powerful nobles in the Dominion at each others throats instead of pursuing my armies would be damned useful, but pushing too hard risked them banding against me instead. Wed see if Akuas suspicions about the fragility of the Levantine command structure bore out.

Good, I said. Tell it to keep watching until the Third Army is rested enough to relieve the sigils.

By your will, First Under the Night, the drow replied, bowing again.

I considered sending it after Archer to tell her to meet me, but ultimately discarded the notion and left it slink back to its duties. If Indrani was in Sarcella there was no need to look for her: shed be finding me soon enough. I should probably be looking for somewhere comfortable to talk instead, since it had occurred to me we had a conversation long overdue. Two, I then thought, considering what Robber had told me about Masego. Claiming the mansion thatd been turned into the Third Armys headquarters for a chat with Indrani struck me as something of an abuse of my authority, when so much of this city was already empty, so instead I hobbled my way towards Beaumontant quarter. Much of the district had seen heavy fighting, but it was only around the edges that itd gotten brutal enough houses and shops were brought down. Deeper in there was only mud and blood marring the snow, and the fresher tracks of legionaries on sentry duty. There wasnt a soul to be seen in here, not a Proceran one anyway. There were a few drow out there on the rooftops, and my own honour guard of Firstborn was dogging my shadow, but aside from that the streets were eerily empty.

The fighting had long driven out anyone who lived here, which considering the empty plains out there and the roving armies in Iserre likely meant hunger or cold would kill most of the civilians whod fled and not made it to a city to take refuge in. I forcefully set the thought aside, as there was nothing I could do for them. Even if Black hadnt put the principalitys granaries to the torch on his way south, the war would have made it a lean year after he had, the death warrant of thousands had effectively been signed months before the first snow fell. Twice over, with their ruler being a prisoner in Callow. Winter and starvation would strike much harsher a blow to the heartlands than Legion blades could have, dealing out death in that atrociously efficient way my father had always preferred. I could almost imagine the cogs turning behind his eyes as he measured how best to cripple the Principate with the limited amount of resources at his disposal. The thought was not fond. There were some things that could not be admired, even if skillfully done.

I found a halfway decent tavern and decided to settle myself in there for Indrani to find me. I didnt bother glancing at the sign hung outside before touching the locked door and pressing Night into the lock. It clicked open, and a gesture had my guards staying outside as I entered the cold common room. Closing the door behind me, I set myself to making it somewhat inhabitable. A flicker of power had dark flames roaring in the fireplace, without lumber to feed them, though after digging around for some time I found a bundle of charcoal to toss in there and the flames turned mundane in nature. The place had been mostly stripped clean by the owners when they left, but from the back I rustled up a jug of wine bad enough itd been used to prop up a shelf and a pair of torches already partially burnt. Those went up on the walls, and the room had warmed enough for me to take off my cloak and try my luck with the wine no cups left, so straight from the jug when Indrani arrived. Pulling down her hood and lowering her scarf, she hastily slammed the door shut and turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

Well, this is oddly domestic, Archer mused.

I even made your favourite, I drily replied, holding up the jug. Wine.

Ah, just like my mother used to make, she breathily said.

It didnt stop her from tossing her cloak at my head before worming into a seat, but by now that was only to be expected. I slapped it aside, then ducked under the gloves that followed with practiced ease. They fell close to me, so in theory I could have picked them up, but she was never going to learn to stop throwing things at me if I did that every time. She wasnt going to learn anyway, I grimly admitted to myself, but that wasnt any more of a reason to do it.

So, Archer said, deftly stealing the jug from my hand. I see part of this place burned down.

It was already on fire when I arrived, I replied, a tad defensively.

She grinned over a mouthful of wine, then passed it back after swallowing.

It figures that after holding it in so well at Rochelant youd have to cut loose, she sagely said.

It was Levantine priests that started it, I insisted.

Priests that, in your heretical wickedness, you ensorcelled to start the fire on your behalf, Indrani said. Thats twice as bad, Catherine. Heresy and arson. Maybe even heretical arson, wed have to ask someone about the theology of that.

No ones going to buy that, I said, sounding a lot more confident than I felt.

Youre right, she conceded. Youll just get blamed without any of the frills added on.

I drank from the jug and sighed. She might be yanking my chain, but that didnt necessarily mean she was wrong. Best to change the subject before I lost any more feathers.

Ivah came with you? I asked.

She smugly smiled at my pivot, the wretch.

Its about an hour behind, Indrani said. Sent a few Mighty with me to speak with either you or Rumena about where the sigils can set up to sleep.

Rumena could see to that, I thought. Later Id need to speak with it and Abigail about lodgings and supplies but it could wait for a few hours still. Odds were the reinforcements would be put up in the northern quarters with the rest of my drow: it wasnt like wed be running out of room anytime soon.

Good, I said, handing back the wine.

No two ways about this, so I just went in sword bared.

Theres news about Masego, I said.

The jug stopped halfway to her lips. Something like fear passed through her hazelnut eyes, though it was mastered swiftly.

You wouldnt be so calm if he was dead, Archer decided. Missing or hurt?

Her voice was even, but the kind of even you could see the strain of maintaining.

Missing, I said. Maybe hurt as well. The battle at Thalassina went south, Drani. His father blew up most of the city and the aftermath was bad enough even those who fled died from the sorcery he called down. We know Masego survived and left, but not much more than that.

Her face tightened.

The Empress is after him? she asked.

Was, I said. He made it out of the Wasteland heading west. No ones been able to track him since. Nauk might have known more, apparently the armys high command had a closed council before leaving Callow, but he was dead when I arrived.

This time it was me who kept my voice steady. It came easier now that wed had the Legion burial. The worst and rawest of the grief I had already voiced, and pangs thatd follow were not so consuming.

Shit, Indrani softly said. I hadnt heard, Cat. Im sorry.

Its done, I said. Picking at his grave serves no purpose.

Dont do that, she said, shaking her head. I know you hoped that with the Night-

My fingers clenched.

Its done, I repeated, harshly.

She met my gaze, not cowed in the slightest.

You cant lock grief in a trunk and open it back up when youve got the time, Catherine, she said. Thats not how people work.

Its how Black works, I thought. But then so was the way thousands would die starving across Iserre before winter ended, wasnt it? So I bit my tongue, and let a moment pass before replying.

I just put his body to the flame, Indrani, I finally said, sounding as tired as I felt. I dont want to talk about it.

To that she nodded, and did not pursue. I passed a hand through my hair watching her drink from the jug belatedly. At this rate wed run out of wine before we ran out of words.

Theres another army under Hakram that shouldnt be too far, I said, returning to the thrust of the conversation. Adjutant will know more.

So we find Hakram first, then make our plans, Archer mused. Its a start.

I inclined my head in agreement, taking back the jug when offered. She rose to her feet a heartbeat later and stretched out with a groan. Named or not, shed been on the move for long enough itd take a toll.

Well, nights still young, she said. I hear Robbers in town, and Id say its been too long since someone woke him up by throwing him off a roof. Lets see what can be done about that.

I set the jug on the table softly enough it barely made a sound.

Indrani, sit down, I said.

She eyed me up, then cocked an eyebrow salaciously.

I guess weve got time to visit one of the rooms first, she said. There even any sheets left in there? Wait, dont say anything. Itll be a surprise.

Indrani, I repeated quietly, sit down.

The amusement slid off her face, just like that. Itd been forced then. She was skilled enough at the pretence I honestly hadnt been certain.

A friend is dead, she said calmly. So I was going to hold my tongue. But are you sure you want to do this, Catherine, after you just dropped me and Sahelian to charge into yet another danger?

Lets, I said.

Before I was even finished speaking, she punched me in the face.