Chapter eightThe play that night was called ‘The Great Jikai of Tacgide the Meek’. The actors were undoubtedly excellent, but I was not in the mood for it, even though I usually enjoy the dramatic arts. Somehow I had become Quensella’s captain of the guard — and for the sweet sake of Mother Diocaster, do not ask me how. It just happened.
Being in the service of Quensella could have been so pleasant. But I was vexed. Of course I could not immediately resign from her service, but one day I would have to do it, and I reckoned that day would not be long in coming. For the time being I had to allow events to unfold naturally.
At least I had learned that the council was divided on Prince Ortyg’s proposals. Those among them who were eager for the noise of battle wanted to gather the armies, set
