Deathstalker 07 - Deathstalker Return

the realities of today's political situation. It'll do no harm to remind people of their true place in the order that's coming."
    "I can't use the engines as a threat! The House would order my arrest, and take the board back under their control!"
    "No, they won't," said Finn. "They'll just spend all their time arguing over what course to take, until it's far too late. I'll see to that."
    "But… Virimonde?" said Wallace. He would have liked to wipe away the sweat he could feel on his face, but he couldn't afford to do anything that might be seen as a sign of weakness. "Virimonde still has a fond place in the hearts of the people. I don't think they'd stand for a threat to the homeworld of the blessed Owen."
    "But the current Deathstalkers aren't nearly so beloved. Not after what Lewis did. They are our enemies, Joseph, and we must never be afraid to strike at our enemies. And there's always the chance that a threat against his family might just be enough to tempt dear Lewis out of whatever hole he's crept into. He always was a most honorable and sentimental fellow. I miss him, I really do. Now, off you go, Joseph, and arrange all the things that need arranging. And don't worry; I'm sure I'll be able to find the time for us to have another of these nice little chats. Possibly even sooner than you think. I do so enjoy explaining things to you."
    Wallace didn't quite run out of the room, followed all the way by Finn's terrible smile.

    Not long afterwards, Finn took the Paragon Stuart Lennox drinking, to the Sangreal bar. Finn had spent a lot of time with the young Paragon from Virimonde, all but adopting him as his student, partner, and protege. They were friends, in as much as Finn had friends. Certainly the young Stuart hero-worshiped the older, 'legendary' Durandal. So they sat close together at one of the best tables, drinking a murky blue wine that Stuart could never have afforded on his own, and the young man listened awestruck as Finn recounted old stories of his famous exploits as Logres's Paragon. Finn carefully avoided any of his more current exploits. He didn't think the boy was quite ready for that just yet.
    Stuart Lennox was big and muscular, with a stern, humorless face under a thick mop of curly red hair. A sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks made him look even younger than he was. But he wore his Paragon's armor well and proudly, and he had, after all, been trained by the same man who trained Lewis Deathstalker. Finn constantly reminded himself not to underestimate the youngLennox . He was potentially a very dangerous man, which was why Finn had invested so much time in turning him.
    The bar was getting rowdy. The Sangreal used to be a cop bar, patronized almost exclusively by security personnel from the House of Parliament just up the road, a quiet and civilized place for the serious drinker, but that was before the Paragons discovered it. The Sangreal's owner hadn't objected.
    The money had been good, and you couldn't buy publicity like that. Everyone would want to drink in a bar that Paragons had patronized. Unfortunately, this new breed of Paragons, who'd returned unsuccessful from their great quest, were very different from those who'd set out so confidently and so joyfully. These Paragons had made the bar their own, and now no one else dared to come in anymore.
    The Paragons spent their money freely enough, but they did like to party hard. They drank everything there was to drink, openly ingested every drug under the sun, and had sex with each other right there on the tabletops, or with groupies they treated as casually as themselves. There was gambling and righting every night, and sometimes they played games. Nasty games.
    Stuart was shocked the first time Finn brought him to the Sangreal. Finn had to stop him from trying to arrest half the Paragons on sight. But Finn hauled him over to a table by brute force, sat him down, and explained that people in high pressure jobs, weighed down by duties and responsibilities in their public life, needed to relax more than ordinary people, and so were allowed more than ordinary latitude in the pastimes and pleasures they pursued when off duty.
    And since it was Finn Durandal saying it, it must be true. Stuart watched the Paragons at their play, and
    while he never joined in, he slowly lost the ability to be shocked.
    So Finn and Stuart were drinking together, talking and laughing, as Finn systematically and quite deliberately enchanted and