The moon hung above us like a nasty grin, the drop was precipitously close and past the lights of the stronghold below there was only a dark and desolate stretch: a proper backdrop for ominous talks with a woman that was neither a friend nor an enemy. The Scribe had picked her moment and her place with care, I decided, to frame this conversation in the way she preferred. And what did we do, when an opponent expressed a preference?

Eudokia, I warmly smiled. How lovely to see you, its been much too long. How have you been?

Thats right: slit open its throat and set the corpse aflame. Scribe showed no visible sign of surprise and what little I could see of her from the corner of my eye, ink-stained hands and/

/Gods Below and Everburning but I hated that fucking aspect. Even knowing about it the best I could do was work around the effect. Trying to remember anything about her was like clutching sand, with the same few grains left behind every time. Still, even though I might as well try to read emotion into a puff of mist the beat of silence that followed smacked of surprise to me.

I have been well, Scribe said, then paused. and you?

Oh, you know, doing this and that, I drawled. Been thinking about getting another pair of boots, since mine are a getting worn, but I like the leather better soft.

Befuddled silence in the face of my boot-talk a real decision in need of making, actually, and one Id be willing to hear her advice on followed and I swallowed a grin. When Id been a girl the Calamities had seemed like all powerful figures of legend, and by the time Id learned better most of them had died. It was deeply satisfying for the kid Id once been that the woman I now was could afford to screw with one of them like this.

I approached you to speak on matters of grave import, Scribe said.

It better not be the Dead King, then, I idly said. I wont stand for puns, Eudokia. Debated making them illegal once, you know, but it was a little too Sanguinia the Second.

What a brave soul, that one. I too would outlaw being taller than me, if it wasnt certain to lead to the rebellion of an insultingly large portion of Callow. Aside from the deep satisfaction inherent to pulling the leg of someone I was on less than decent terms with, I did have a purpose to this. Scribe had spent a very long time in Blacks shadow, hidden by its span but also protected. Shed been the monster in the night, or at least on its side, for so long shed no longer be used to being toyed with.

That was going to piss her off, I was betting, and anger always made you sloppy. If she was running a game on me, why shouldnt I run one on her right back?

Lack of discipline was always your greatest flaw, Scribe curtly replied. I came in good faith-

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

You came here to use me, I easily corrected. And thats fine, so long as I also have a use for you. But dont pretend youre doing me favours, Eudokia. We both know coming here isnt your first choice.

A shot in the dark but one I was confident about. Black had decisively cut her loose from his service after learning shed acted behind his back to ensure he would be forced to fight Malicia, and while Id not forgotten the low hed hit that night he wasnt one to walk back a decision so severe. At a guess, shed tried to mend the bridge with him and been rebuffed. What interested me was what else she might have been up to in the meanwhile: itd been two years since the Salian Peace.

If Id been right about her relationship with my father remaining a wreck she didnt show it. With her first approach the one lending her importance, I now grasped, making her seem if not like an equal then at least someone of power and influence having stumbled, she smoothly pivoted to another.

If you are not interested in the information I have to bring, then you need simply say so, Scribe said. I can depart.

Transparent, but a ploy didnt have to be subtle to be effective. Likely she was well aware that the most Id gotten out of the Wasteland was wild rumours and some of the ups and downs of the civil war between Malicia and Sepulchral. I was thirsting for news there, and she knew it. But she was after something too, wasnt she? Her first tack tonight had been one that leant her presence, weight, but that wasnt something shed need if this was a simple transaction.

She wanted something from me, something that perhaps I wouldnt want to give. So shed puffed up like a bird trying to look bigger for a predator and hoped itd give me pause. That made it clear what my answer needed to be to her challenge.

The closest gate is that way, I replied without hesitating, jutting a thumb west. If you hurry youll have enough of a head start the Pilgrim wont bother to pursue.

Tension hung in the air in the moment that followed. Itd been a tactical mistake to make a bluff I was willing to call so early in the game. Now there was no recovering her position. I turned a sharp, toothy grin onto the Scribe.

Yeah, I murmured. I didnt think so. So why you dont you tell me what you came here to say, only without all the empty posturing.

Anger. I could hardly even look at her, much less read her, but I felt anger wafting off Scribes silhouette like smoke. Whether it was at me for being bluntly high-handed or at herself for the missteps I didnt know, and probably didnt matter. The gesture stiff, she reached into her robes and removed three small letters. She handed me the first and I opened the fold, scanning the contents. It was tradertalk the eastern dialect of it, peppered with Aenian terms excerpts with translations into Lower Miezan.

Leo Trakas is dead and half Nicae a ruin, I frowned. The undead mentioned there, from Malicias fleet?

Originally the war fleet of Nicae, but use of Still Waters had seen to that.

To an extent, Scribe replied. Supporters of Strategos Zenobia opened a gate in the night and let in her troops as well as a contingent of Helikeans under General Basilia herself. The conspirators promised them a bloodless victory, so when the wights attacked the Helikeans claimed treachery. In the chaos parts of the city were torched and sacked until Basilia restored order personally.

I hummed thoughtfully. The First Princes diplomacy had borne fruit, then. Id thought it drastic to condemn Leo Trakas as an ally of the Dead King, and only reluctantly voted in favour when the moment came, but Hasenbach had been right: itd moved enough people to turn on him for the stalemate to turn in our favour without troops needing to be sent. Nicae falling wasnt only good news, though. Stygia had been quietly meddling to keep the wars within the League going, but with one of them settled the Magisterium might just come out swinging.

So Zenobias crowning herself a princess? I snorted, reading the last excerpt. Thats new.

That came an intercepted Nicaean courier, so it probably reliable. It was also noted that several of the Trakas from lesser branches had escaped Zenobias attempted purge of the family after the fall of the city, which was a Name in the making if Id ever seen one. I found it mildly amusing that shed discarded the title of Strategos for something more royal, but it wasnt of great import: the office had essentially ruled Nicae like a royal house for decades, and I had doubts shed make bloodline inheritance stick. Royalty wasnt unknown in the Free Cities, Kairos himself had been king of-

I paused, then frowned.

Basilia still hasnt crowned herself queen, has she? I asked.

She has not, Scribe confirmed.

Was she really that ambitious? Zenobia had been backed to the throne by General Basilia, but when shed given herself a royal title it had only been that of princess. Why not queen, if she had royal ambitions?

Fuck me, I murmured. Thats why Basilia doesnt care Stygias an enemy, why she sent me all the letters making clear theyre the provocative ones. She doesnt want to avoid that war at all, and shes not a queen only because she wants to be a bloody empress.

Empress Basilia the First, with her vassal Princess Zenobia of Nicae and whoever shed end up installing as puppets after she toppled the Magisterium and finished off Penthes. I was impressed but also skeptical. Shed managed the politics of this well, since no one in the Free Cities could really ally with her enemies without siding with either Stygian aggression or Malicias southern meddling, but the Spears of Stygia were a fine army and the Helikean host bloodied.

If we survive Keter, I sighed, the next great war will come out of some damned foolish thing in the Free Cities.

I took the second letter when it was offered to me. Tradertalk again, but this time towards the Ashuran end of the stick. I couldnt parse the High Tyrian any better than the Aenian, but at least I got the Mtethwa loanwords. Wed known for some time that Magon Hadast, the ruler of the Thalassocracy was dead, that was old news. Killed by Assassin, if the Augur was to be believed. Bitter disagreements had since kept Ashur from recovering from its defeats at League and Praesi hands, but the nature of those had been opaque to even Cordelias spies abroad, the Circle of Thorns. Not so for Scribes people, it seemed.

So its a glorified inheritance dispute, I bluntly said.

The dignitaries in the two camps often divide their allegiances by provenance from Arwad or Smyrna, Scribe noted. It speaks to a deeper divide in Ashuran society.

The Arwad committees mentioned tended to be from slightly lower tiers, I noted, and many sounded mercantile in nature. They were backing a distant relative of Magon Hadast for ascension to their highest citizenship tier by virtue of blood, since the main Hadast line had been extinguished. The man in question had married a noblewoman from Levant, though, which disqualified him in the eyes of the Smyrna crowd. They wanted instead to send a ship across the Tyrian Sea to import a ruler from Ashurs nominal overlord, the Baalite Hegemony.

So far the conflict had seen no battles, only skirmishing in streets and countryside, but by the looks of it positions were hardening on both sides. I could not help but note that by the sounds of it an awful lot of people with the last name Hadast had died not too long after good ol Magon himself.

Assassins work? I asked.

Evidently, without orders he went somewhat overboard, Scribe said. He was caught and slain by the Blue Mage last year.

I rolled my eyes.

And Im sure this time it took, I drawled. Pull the other one. Where is he?

Ive not been in contact since he set out for Ashur, Scribe replied.

I eyed her skeptically but let it go. If I was to start digging at that particular secret, it wouldnt be in so haphazard a manner. Without a word I was handed the third letter. This time it was Lower Miezan, and a simple phrase the crown was obtained along with a bell and day noted. I mastered my surprise, slowly folding the paper back. Fuck. Id hoped we would keep the Eyes, if not entirely out of the Arsenal, then at least out of the most critical projects. I now had evidence otherwise.

It went well? I calmly said, as if this was not an unpleasant turn.

I had no eyes at the location, Scribe said, It was a scried report that was intercepted, and I expect it is making its way towards you as we speak. The ritual appears to have been a success and the nearby gate is still functional.

I pushed down the urge to snatch her by the throat and dangle her above the drop until I got names. It wouldnt accomplish anything, I reminded myself. Angering her was one thing, but an attack was another. I had no need to cement an enmity tonight. Not yet, anyway.

Youve made your point, I noted. You know our allies better than we do, your people have access places where we dont and you have eyes even in the Grand Alliances most guarded sanctum. Now that youve proved you have something to bargain with, what is it you want to bargain for?

Scribe went silent for a moment.

I wish to sign onto the Truce and Terms, she said.

I snorted, ignoring what I suspected was an unfriendly look my derision earned.

There was no need for the song and dance to get that, I said. And we both know signing wont open many doors for you.

The First Prince had not put a bounty on her head, but according to Vivienne shed also put the matter of forbidding such a thing to the Highest Assembly and purposefully lost the vote. Both the Proceran House of Light and more than a few highborn wanted Scribes head on a pike for the mess in Salia, and the Principate wouldnt stand for her gaining access to Grand Alliance secrets even as a signatory were I inclined to push for it. I was not.

You picked a fight tonight aiming for something, Scribe, I continued. So out with it.

She sighed.

I was not picking a fight, the Webweaver replied. I was making a bid for a position.

My brow rose and I almost laughed until I realized she was deadly serious. Gods Below, I thought, how badly had it gone with Black for her to come to me? We werent exactly bosom friends, Eudokia and I. My reflex was to refuse her, and not politely, but I tamped down on it.

I have questions, I mildly said.

Understandable.

Interrogating one of the most skillful living spymistresses of Calernia would require skill and subtlety, I mused. Unfortunately I lacked those, so best swing the other way around entirely.

What have you been doing for two years? I bluntly asked.

Fighting for control of the Eyes of the Empire, she frankly admitted. I knew Ime would overtake me closer to Praes, so I concentrated on taking over the edges of the network and damaging records in the Wasteland so she wouldnt know what was lost. My agents were purged or suborned most places east of the Whitecaps, but elsewhere I have established control.

Fuck, I thought. That meant Malicia was firmly back in control of the Eyes in Callow, not exactly great news. Still, at least Id gotten a list of imperial agents in my kingdom from Scribe as reparations during the negotiations for the Salian Peace. Duchess Kegan had sent the Watch to purge everyone on it when Id passed it on, so at least the foothold of the Empire would be damaged. It also meant that the leader of the largest spy network on Calernia not directly in service of a crown was standing next to me. Worth a second look, that.

If youre going to try to sell me you didnt reach out to Black, youll need a better pitch, I noted.

I felt her breathe in even if I didnt see it.

How casually you pick at the wounds of others, Scribe said. Of course I sought him out, Catherine. I still have the scar from where Rangers arrow took me. Half an inch to the side of the heart. She likes to think shes funny, you see.

I shared a moment of silent appreciation with her about just how much of an asshole the Lady of the Lake was. I suspected she didnt even have to try, it just came naturally to her.

He was quite apologetic about the arrow, Scribe sighed. But there would be no making amends.

I frowned. That did not sound like Black. It was a half-done job, and he abhorred those. She was leaving things out. I said nothing, only cocking an eyebrow. Eudokia sighed again.

He said he had done me wrong, by taking me into his service, Scribe murmured. That his ambitions had devoured mine, and wed both suffered for it.

I almost winced. That sounded more like my father, admittedly: genuine care, but handed out along with brutal honesty.

He wont have left it at that, I encouraged.

You must find your own way, Eudokia softly quoted, your own ambition. And I hope that, when you have, one day our paths will lead us to standing side by side again.

I breathed out in surprise. That walked the fine line between kindness and cruelty. And now, having eked out as much of a victory as she could in the war for the rule of the Eyes, Scribe had come here. A colder part of me noted shed missed Blacks point entirely, if shed come looking for another master to follow. But cold wasnt always right, was it? My Winter days had made that much exceedingly clear. And my father could preach whatever he wanted, but he wasnt the one making decisions for Scribe.

You think were going to head east, dont you? I said.

I felt her smile.

Or the east will come to you, she shrugged. It makes no difference.

I thoughtfully hummed. I glanced down at the drop, leaning forward, and felt my stomach clench. There was a weight to the air tonight. Not a pivot, no. It wasnt enough for that. But this would matter. Reverberate. I let the fear of the fall sink into me, clear away all idle thoughts. It was refreshing, in a way. And it made how the choice needed to be made crystal clear.

Would you betray me to him, if the call came? I asked.

Probably, Scribe replied without batting an eye.

I smiled.

Ah, I said, but would you betray me to anyone else?

She chuckled.

What would they have to offer me? the Webweaver asked.

Good, I said.

I withdrew from the edge.

I expect you in my tent at Morning Bell, I said. Ill want a full report on the Praesi situation then. See Adjutant about signing onto the Terms and your assigned lodgings.

Her control wavered for a moment, overtaken by shock.

You do not jest, Eudokia stated, sounding surprised.

I turned to her and gently smiled.

Im not seventeen anymore, Scribe, I said. Im already using people a lot more dangerous than you.

I turned my gaze back the night sky, the dismissal clear, and she quietly withdrew.

An hour before Morning Bell, my effective royal council these days sat around the sculpted table in my tent with steaming mugs in everyones hands. It was early, so Indrani looked haggard even as she sipped at her Nicean blackleaf tea, liberally flavoured with honey. Shed been out drinking late, and though not hungover she was a little ragged. Hakrams own mug was filled with a fragrant gift of the First Prince Hasenbach had noticed he enjoyed her abominably spicy brews and sent him a small coffer full of assorted leaves and hed deigned to share with Akua, who these days took more pleasure in scent than taste.

Id stood on a rooftop like an ass for an hour last night, so unsurprisingly I was now drinking Masegos personal brew for pain and hoping my leg wouldnt swell too much.

The Crows are keeping an eye out, I said, so we can feel free to talk.

Ominous, Indrani grunted. What are we on about, Cat?

Hakram already knows some of it, I said, nodding at the orc. Last night I was approached by Scribe.

Akua leaned back into her seat, looking interested,

News from the Wasteland at last? she said. I had wondered at the continued silence from the Carrion Lord.

Not exactly, I said.

The Scribe has signed onto the Truce and Terms, Hakram said. Or she would have, if Id then passed on the parchments properly. They were mislaid.

No one here bothered to comment how unlikely it was for someone with Adjutants quite literally supernatural organisational abilities to lose anything this important.

You want to open her throat? Indrani asked, sounding surprised. Thought you were keeping a light touch with the east.

More like I couldnt afford to take a hard stance with the east, considering that most of Callows armies were abroad and wouldnt be returning anytime soon. Vivienne and I had been clear with Kegan: thered be no rolling over for the Tower, but neither should she go on the offensive. Considering the largest military force still in the kingdom was the Duchess of Daoines own army, shed not been hard to sell on that.

Scribe requested a position under me, I informed them, though Hakram had already known. No word was spoken of Callow in particular, and I suspect that she is a great deal more interested by my position in the Grand Alliance than my crown.

So you want our advice on whether to accept? Indrani mused.

Akuas golden eyes narrowed.

She already has, dark-skinned shade said. She is simply uncertain as to whether or not she meant it.

I raised my mug in a toast.

In an hour, the Scribe will enter this tent to give us a report on the state of the Dread Empire, I said. I want your opinion on, when she finishes, whether I should give her a position or slit her throat.

That got me some surprise, but I thought more at the bluntness of the statement than the morality inherent. I wasnt a fool, so thered be no talk of keeping Scribe prisoner and extracting information out of her shed escape, sure as night, and be out for revenge. If I could not use her, could not employ her within the frame of the Terms, then she needed to die. Quickly, cleanly and without fuss. I let my words sink in for a moment, then glanced at Indrani with a cocked brow. She sipped at her tea a little longer, then snorted.

Slice her, Archer frankly said. Shes too dangerous, and shell never be loyal to you or anything you make. We can deal with that when its a nobody villain, but she aint one of those. Shes got spies and gold and skeletons in peoples closets best shes taken off the board before you found your Cardinal. We dont really need her, anyway.

One can never have too many spies, Indrani, Akua chided her.

Come off it, Dressing Ghoul, Archer replied, rolling her eyes. Im not going to pretend the Jacks are the sharpest operation out there or that its not awkward to rely on Procer for the goods, but what does more sneaks really do for us? Its useful, sure but it doesnt bring anything new to the table.

According to the first reports shes fed us, Adjutant said, she has eyes in Ashur. We yet lack those, and it is the same for the First Prince.

Look, Indrani said, Im not trying to be an asshole here. Ive got nothing against Scribe. But Ashur, really? When the fuck was the last time those guys mattered? It scratches our nosy itches to learn what happens there, but the poor bastards are out of the war. Who cares what goes on there? On the other hand, shes the godsdamned Scribe. You let her into something like the Terms and shell be handling half our villains money by the end of the year and reading the letters of the rest.

That was a fair point, I mentally noted. Scribe would take to the Terms and their intended successor, the Accords, much like a fish to water. That wasnt necessarily a good thing. Archer as underselling her value as an asset, though, in my opinion. Still, Id decided before starting this talk that Id hold my piece until Id gotten the advice I asked for.

The Carrion Lord ruled Callow for two decades without ever having a formal capital, Akua said. I have been heiress to a High Seat and Imperial Governess, so believe me when I say that is deranged. That such a nomadic bureaucracy was even attempted is absurd, but that it worked is testament to the sheer use that can be had from someone like the Scribe.

So shes real good at paperwork, Indrani said, sounding skeptical. Hooray. We get us a shitty, untrustworthy Hakram. Theres a coup worth the trouble, Gauzy Ghost.

We have not yet identified through what agent the Wandering Bard managed to incite the Mirror Knight and his allies to head for the Arsenal, Akua pointed out. The Jacks dont have the formation to attempt an investigation like this, and the heroes have produced no results on their own. That is already a use for the Scribe, and hardly the only one there is.

Shes expressed enmity for the Intercessor before, Hakram gravelled. Id agree we can rely on her against a common enemy, at least.

Look, Indrani sighed, Im not going to argue for an hour we need to open her throat. Its starting to feel like Im going after her, when I dont particularly want her dead. You wanted my opinion, Cat, and you got it: shes a risk, and I dont see what she brings to the table that warrants taking it.

I slowly nodded, drinking of my herbal brew, then turned an expectant gaze onto Akua.

Killing her would be unwise, Akua said. For one, it would have consequences: villains would hesitate to sign onto the Terms, if they knew being snuffed out was a possibility should they be judged unfit.

The Scribe attempted to infiltrate our camp before the offensive and resisted when caught, Adjutant mildly said. We had no choice but to kill her. In can have every written evidence otherwise burned within a quarter hour and shes only dealt in person with the adjunct secretariat. Secrecy is possible.

Hasenbach isnt going to argue with her corpse, thats for sure, Indrani snorted. Shes dreamed of seeing it often enough. The Highest Assembly might even throw us a parade.

The Dominion has no reason to care, Hakram added. And even less to investigate. Praesi villainy is largely seen as our backyard, and ours to deal with as we see fit.

The Terms are a covenant of Named, not nations, Akua replied. Belief in it has already been undermined by the second trial of the Red Axe and the prior wave of betrayals in the Arsenal. Further fraying the fabric of it without a decent motive, which I have yet to hear, would be irresponsible.

She has a significant portion of the Eyes, Akua, Adjutant calmly said. And we have no real understanding of what she wants, or what loyalties she keeps. Her Name will thrive in the environment of both the Terms and the Accords practically speaking, she represents an immediate threat because she is a way for villains to gain and consolidate power that we have no control over.

She did not approach as a contender for influence, Hakram, Akua said. She requested a position under Catherine. Scribe can and should be considered a potential threat, but those are thin grounds to kill on. Even more so when those very same qualities that make her a threat also make her a potential asset of great worth.

Which wasnt wrong. Unlike Akua, Id actually ruled Callow. She significantly underestimated how difficult it had been for Black to rule the kingdom on the move, even with the imperial governors handling most local matters. It was telling that our most comprehensive record of Callowan laws and noble privileges wasnt the old Fairfax records thatd survived the Conquest but a neat set of manuscripts titled with the numbers I to VI in Scribes personal handwriting. Shed put together the records of half a hundred families and the House of Light so well that even Kegan, who despised everything Praesi, was in favour of having the books copied and used to govern.

Thought youd be all about strangling the viper before it could bite, Akua, Im not gonna lie, Archer frowned. This isnt about how we picked you up, is it? Because thats not the same at all. Look, you were a bloody horror back in the day and our resident Callowans are still going to scrape you raw for it but youre not like Scribe.

She leaned forward, earnest.

We wouldnt off you like that, Indrani assured her. Its been a few years since we got past that. Hells, Id probably miss you some if you got your ass exorcised.

Coming from Indrani that was actually a pretty warm endorsement.

While I am touched, Archer, Akua drily replied, I am not so confused or sentimental.

Refraining from killing her out of fear of it being outed is acting on sentiment, Adjutant gravelled. If not in the sense you implied.

So is acting to kill Scribe out fear of what she might do, she replied without batting an eye. We do not know her desires, what of it? Few allies are so helpful as to tell us these outright, and we have other Named just as dangerous in our menagerie of the damned.

If we come in conflict with the Carrion Lord, or he is made hostage- Hakram began.

- would we not act in accord with the man regardless, or seek to free him? Akua interrupted. Let us not pretend we seek enmity with the Carrion Lord, or that in his own way he is not a reasonable man. Was he not our candidate for the Tower, once upon a time? The scheme might have faltered, but the underpinnings of it remain unchanged.

Which was a solid point, and a reason Id been willing to consider taking on Scribe in the first place: what did I care if shed betray me to Black, if I never got in conflict with him? Eudokia wanted nothing to do with either the Dead King or Malicia, my two most prominent enemies, which was a major point in her favour. Unfortunately while I agreed with Akua that she was a very capable woman, that only made it worse that I also agreed with Hakram: we knew fuck all about what Scribe wanted, and with that in mind I was very wary of letting her loose into the Truce and Terms.

I wasnt worried about sabotage, if so shed already be dead. But I was letting a fox into the henhouse, there were no two ways about it.

Lets not pretend we can take her in and not use her, Indrani pointed out. We take her, shes not going to be a messenger girl: itd be dangerous to use her like that, spit on what her Names worth. I dont think its much, but its definitely more than that.

Her resources could be used in Mercantis to combat Malicias influence, Akua said, speaking directly to me. To hunt the Intercessors agents, to help provide the Arsenal with exotic assets, and that is only the use of what she leads. As a Named, she can smooth essentially any task she is assigned to. Are we not ever drowning in disasters?

Archer eyed her with surprise, as if she couldnt believe would care enough about this to speak this vehemently. I was a little surprised myself, to be honest. The Calamities had long been her enemies, and she had no reason to love Scribe,

If she does become what was described as a threat, Akua continued, That is, a banker and facilitator for villains, imagine how useful she would be as such a broker yet in your service! It would be wasteful to kill her, Catherine. Consider whether the Accords you envision, the Cardinal you would build, can really thrive if you are afraid of letting in talent.

That was another good point, actually. The counter-argument came easy, that the Accords were years in the future while taking in Scribe was a risk in the present, but that last tirade should have weight on the scales. Id heard from the other two, so my gaze moved on to Hakram. Hed already served as a goad for the other two, so he was due to actually speak his own mind.

On purely practical grounds we should kill her, Adjutant calmly said. Her death would leave a large segment of the Eyes leaderless and easy to pick off for the Circle of Thorns. She would undeniably be useful if properly employed, but that would involve giving her access to our inner workings while shes not been proved to be trustworthy.

Id argue it was debatable how much access she really needed to be given, if shed learned about some details of godsdamned Quartered Seasons on her own, but otherwise his points stood. I cocked an eyebrow, as we both knew he wasnt done.

No one here is a saint, Cat, Hakram said. I wont pretend were above slitting her throat and disposing of the body, or that showing kindness will make her one of us she already has a home, a cause. But I hear us talk, sometimes, and wonder how often our words have been spoken.

He bared a hint of fangs, teeth like white knives.

If Dread Empresses have not sat with their Chancellors and Knights, with their Warlocks, they too deciding that someone needed to die just so they could rest a little easier, Adjutant gravelled. Did we fight all these years, Warlord, so that we could be just another spoke in the same old wheel?

Id been an idealist as a girl, hadnt I? In my own way. Gods, I hardly remembered what that felt like. Too many compromises since, too many ugly choices, and I knew deep down that following principle once would mean nothing. Change nothing. But I looked at Hakram of the Howling Wolves, crippled in his wheelchair because of an ugly choice I had made, and found I could not argue with him. Not for guilt, though that would stay with me until I died, but because he was a reminder of a simple truth: this had to be about more than just winning.

If it wasnt, it would all end as I stood victorious in the ruins of the world.

And so when Scribe stood before us, come Morning Bell, I tossed her a small painted iron pin, in the shape of a curled skeletal hand pointing a finger.

Congratulations, Scribe, I said. You are now officially a member of the adjunct secretariat.

Slowly she nodded.

Good, I smiled. Now report.