“And then?”
“Oh, it’ll be a desperate affray. No doubt of that.”
Nalgre the Point unlatched his tunic and then paused, the points between his fingers. “I’ll undertake to block the Avenue of Grace. I can see that the escort with Nath will then have to pass through the Souk of Weavers to reach the palace by the quickest route.”
“Exactly so.”
“You may enlist your cutthroats. I have noticed that in Vallia you apims do not take altogether kindly to folk who are not apims. I think of the people of the world as divided up between olumai and diffs. It makes no difference to me. But in Vallia, apims and diffs are regarded in vastly different lights.”
Useless for me to protest. What Nalgre said was depressingly true. This, as well as slavery, was a blot that would have to be removed.
“Done.”
