The Courtesy of Kings | ☑ Queenkiller, Kingmaker #2

10.2

Their guide was paces ahead of them in the sugi grove, trekking along a narrow path. He occasionally looked back to check on the maharaj and his men, but was far enough to let them speak in peace. Even then Kiet kept his voice low. 'If Haruse-himi is hiding Dhvani, he'd have suspected my intentions the second he heard of my coming. I guarantee they already are setting in motion her exit out of Momuji. There is no reason to hide my intentions, in fact it was in my advantage to share them. You saw the Emperor's reaction. His brother had something to do with Dhvani's escape—of that I am certain—and the Emperor knows it.'

'But, maharaj, if they're already moving the rajini—'

'They have not.' Kiet had sent men ahead of him, of course. Well, just the one.

Sindhu had learnt of a large and sudden commission signed by Haruse himself. One that required an entire regiment of soldiers to escort out of Momuji. A comission, coincidentally, that was made immediately after Kiet's letter arrived announcing his visit.

Unfortunately for them, Kiet arrived earlier than his messenger portended. He hoped the surprise would delay Haruse's plan a few days longer.

'You remember the location I told you?' asked Kiet, his voice now a whisper. 'Send your men there and have them watch it. Day and night.'

Akai glanced back at the guards tailing them. 'Both of them? We'll have none left watching your compound.'

'Men from the ship, Akai. Have them rotate their watch—but they are to remain unseen, understood?'

'Of course, maharaj. I would also send for more to join us at Ikidojja, however. If the Emperor knows your intentions—'

'No. We shall make no move to provoke the Divine Gyok or his brother into changing their plans.'

'You are not safe here.'

'Do you know what would happen if I am to meet any kind of injury under the Emperor's watch? War. So no, we've nothing to fear from him. Judhistir would waive his legacy of peace to answer such an affront. Even Khaisan, for all his issues against me, would swim across the sea to uphold his Ametjas pride.'

'I'm sure the Emperor has enemies who would love to see him at war.'

'Now that is the most perceptive thing you've said all day.' Kiet paused to enjoy a breeze. The trees rustled above, his swiftlet sweeping through its lowest boughs. 'Though enemy is perhaps too excessive a sentiment. Rivals, I would say.'

The Refined Ginkgo clan being his strongest contender, abundant with high-ranking theurgists; a couple of whom were even terrakin, if the rumours were true. If they were able to produce just one first-ranking terrakin ... that would be the end of it for the dynasty of the Divine Gyok.

Kiet doubted the day would ever come. Forget a terrakin of first-rank theurgy, the Refined Ginkgo line was centuries diluted from royalty that they would never produce a first-ranking child at all.

The Divine Gyok, on the other hand ...

Kiet soured at the thought. There was a reason theirs was the only clan that consistently produced terrakin theurgists.

Laughter filled the air. They passed a pavilion, built amongst the trees. Young girls were giggling over their paper talismans. Children played in the grass, their mothers chatting or asleep on the platform.

'What is this place?' he asked the guide who had stopped for them to catch up.

'Only a spot for our visitors to rest, maharaj, though it is also often used as a meeting place. It's close to the north gate, you see, to the bamboo forest that separates the three enclosures.'

'You receive a lot of visitors, then?'

'Mostly those requesting audience. We aren't short of grievances, here in Momuji. Ruumoji is especially full of them.'

The children stopped to watch them pass, their mothers paused in their gossiping. A man even lowered his face in obeisance as Kiet walked by. Odd—hardly anyone should know who he was, outside Surikhand. Perhaps his yi-sang was too stately. Perhaps the man recognised the Ametjas colours he wore, or the Surikh emblem clasped upon his belt.

'How well are your people educated regarding Surikh monarchy?'

'Ah—now—that is, I suppose we're familiar enough with your history?'

'No need for alarm, dasanghwan. I'm not about to quiz you.' Kiet chuckled. When he looked back, the large-sleeved man had gone.

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☆ this chapter is dedicated to DenSammy; another long-time reader of A GRACE OF CROWNS! ☆

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