Luck in the Shadows

looking around.
    "It's a catapult circle, part of the city's defenses," Myrhini explained. "The streets that lead out from them are straight to give the defenders a clear shot at any approaching enemy force. There are circles like this all over the city. The Ring and the market squares by the main gates are defensive positions, too, killing grounds in case the gates are breached."
    "Has Rhнminee ever been attacked?"
    "Oh, yes. The Plenimarans only got in once, though. The last full-scale attack on the city was over forty years ago, though."
    Two Hawk ended at Silvermoon Street, a broad avenue bordering the Queen's Park.
    Ornate public buildings had been built against the park wall. On the other side stood villas larger than any he'd seen so far.
    Blue uniformed guards saluted Myrhini as she and Alec rode under a heavy portcullis and onto the palace grounds.
    "Those are the barracks there," she said, pointing out a collection of long, low buildings just visible beyond the dark bulk of the Palace.
    At the edge of the broad parade ground that fronted the barracks they reined in to watch a company of riders practicing a battle turn. Tugging his hood back into place, Alec let out a low whistle of admiration.
    Each rider carried a lance, and their green pennants snapped smartly in the breeze as the horsemen rode the length of the field in an even rank.
    Reaching the far end, they wheeled sharply about, lowered their lances, and charged forward with bloodcurdling yells. Wheeling again, they threw their lances down and drew swords to practice cuts to the left and right.
    "There aren't many sights finer than that, eh?"
    Myrhini asked, following them with her eyes. Her horse shifted restlessly, anxious to join its fellows in action.
    As they sat watching, a trio of riders rode over from the direction of the barracks-two noblemen and a
    stern, pale-eyed woman in a green uniform and golden gorget. The older of the two men was imposing in black velvet trimmed with silver and furs. A jeweled chain of office hung across his broad chest.
    The other man was much younger, perhaps late twenties, with a small blond mustache and a narrow tuft of hair on his chin. Although he was dressed richly in red velvet laced with gold, he struck Alec at once as someone of much less importance than the others.
    "General Phoria," Myrhini said, saluting the officer. "And greetings, Lord Barien and Lord Teukros."
    "I trust your troop will be ready for inspection this afternoon?" the general asked crisply, returning the salute with a hand lacking the last two fingers.
    "At your command, General!"
    Phoria's pale stare raked over Alec as if she had only then registered his existence. "And who is this?"
    "A guest of the wizard Nysander, General. I'm escorting him to the Ring."
    Alec stole a sidelong glance at Myrhini but knew better than to butt in; General Phoria had thawed noticeably at the mention of Nysander.
    "You haven't the look of a wizard," she remarked.
    "No, General, I'm not," Alec responded quickly, taking his cue from Myrhini. "I've come to study in the city."
    "Ah, a young scholar!" The older man smiled approvingly. "I hope you'll stay long enough to see the Festival. It's the great glory of the city."
    Alec had no idea what the man was referring to, but nodded politely and did his best to look respectful. Fortunately General Phoria was impatient to move on. With a final curt nod, she and her companions rode on toward the Palace.
    Alec let out a slow breath. "Was that the same Barien Klia spoke of?"
    "Lord Barien," Myrhini cautioned. "Lord Barien i Zhal Khameris Vitulliein of Rhilna, to be exact. He's the Viceregent of Skala, the most powerful person in the country after the Queen herself The other one was his nephew, Lord Teukros i Eryan."
    "And the general?"
    "In addition to being the high commander of all Skalan cavalry regiments, General Phoria is the Queen's eldest daughter. You just met the future queen, my friend. Come on now, I'll write you out a pass."
    Dismounting in front of one of the barracks, Alec followed Myrhini into the wardroom. A handful of soldiers sat around a table, intent on a bakshi game. Seeing their senior officer, however, they leapt up to salute. Myrhini returned it and sat down at a nearby desk to write out the pass.
    After a few curious glances in Alec's direction, the soldiers went back to their game.
    Sealing the pass with her signet, Myrhini handed it to Alec. "Show this at any gate of the Ring and