The King's Blood

bank in Camnipol, which I think worth looking at seriously.”
    Paerin folded his fingers together, and the king unconsciously mirrored him.
    “Antea isn’t going to collapse, but it isn’t going to be stable either. I’d guess we were looking at five, maybe six years before Palliako poses any threat to trade or to his neighbors. I think he has a long memory, though. Anyone who crosses him while he’s weak will answer for it when he’s strong. Aster is still too young to judge, and by the time he takes the throne, the situation will have changed again.”
    “In brief, then, Antea’s a colorful show with blood and thunder but no real threat,” the king said.
    “Exactly,” Paerin said.
    “You’re wrong,” Cithrin said. “All apologies, but that’s wrong.”
    Komme scowled.
    “You have a different analysis, that’s fine. But Paerin’s been my man in Antea for almost a decade. He knows the country. How it works.”
    “Has he had the Lord Regent between his legs? Because I have. I’ve seen who he is when no one’s looking, and nothing you’ve just said applies to that man.”
    King Tracian’s eyebrows rose and Paerin Clark coughed in a way that didn’t mean he had a tickle in his throat. Cithrin ignored him.
    “You’re treating Geder like he’s political or religious. Like he’s the kind of man who runs kingdoms. He’s not that.”
    “Perhaps the magistra will enlighten me about the kind of man he is,” the king said.
    “He’s… he’s sweet and he’s lonesome and violent and he’s monstrously thin-skinned.” Cithrin paused, looking for the words that would explain what she’d seen in Geder Palliako. “He’s a bad loan.”
    Komme Medean grunted as if struck by a sudden pain. Paerin looked somber.
    “I don’t understand,” the king said. “Have you given him money?”
    “No,” Cithrin said. “And I wouldn’t. There are things you see when you’ve made a mistake. You don’t always, but often, and they mean that the money’s gone. You have a man who takes his payment and then starts to spend like he’s rich. He looks at the money and he sees the coins, not the payments he’s making to have them. He spends as if it was his money and there would be more. That’s Geder. He’s one of those boys who needed a mother in order to grow up and didn’t get one. Now he has power and no restraint. He’ll spend coin. He’ll spend lives.
    And there’s no one to stop him. He’s drawing from the biggest coffer outside of Far Syramys. “And when things go wrong, a bad loan denies it. Everything is someone else’s fault. Antea is already looking for who to blame when the starving starts. I’ve heard it in the taprooms. And it won’t be Geder.”
    Cithrin sat back. She found she was out of breath. That was interesting.
    “Komme?” the king said.
    “It’s a valid perspective,” Komme Medean said. “But I’m not sure what we’d do with it.”
    A soft knock interrupted them, and a servant came in bearing silver cups of cold water. No one spoke until he left.
    “Magistra,” the king said. “If I were to agree to your reading of the text, what would you recommend?”
    Cithrin considered. War wasn’t something she knew about. It wasn’t something she studied. And yet her opinion was asked, and after the line about lying down with Geder, it seemed late to be demure.
    “I would recommend gathering forces together now. Don’t act against him, but make your predictions about where he’ll go and share them discreetly with allies. If the predictions start to come true, you’ll seem like the one who knew what trades to make before the ships arrived, and everyone will want to know what you knew.”
    “I have friends in Sarakal,” Komme said. “Not business, but friends and with connections. I could send letters discussing things. At least we could see what people are saying near that border.”
    “We could make closer relations with Antea,” the king suggested. “Your delegation was informal. If I put together a party. If I went myself.”
    “Don’t do that,” Cithrin said. “If he feels betrayed, he’ll bite you harder than if you were an enemy from the start.”
    “No offense,” the king said. “That might put you in an uncomfortable position.”
    “That occurred to me,” Cithrin said.
    Around the table, they were all silent. The air of confidence and reassurance was gone as if it had never been. Cithrin drank her cup of water, enjoying the cool of it, and the