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Bria
Wendel gave her a clean cloth. "Perhaps you'd like to wipe your face." he suggested. "Then I think the earls would like to hear what you have to say."
"Thank you." As Bria
"Traitors!" Camden yelled, glaring at the earls. Despite his accusation, the king did not call on his giants for support. Instead, he returned his gaze to the princess. In a sly voice, he said, "I see your game now. You're jealous of Celia."
Bria
"Because you want to be queen."
"I would have been content to wait-had you allowed me that choice," Bria
The princess did not need to spell matters out for the earls. Since she was the single heir to Hartsvale's throne, one day her offspring would have the only legitimate claim to the throne. If that child was half-ogre, the earls would be left with a very unpleasant choice: pledge their fealty to a brutal savage, or wage a war of rebellion against the rightful heir of a thousand-year dynasty.
Bria
The king applauded, cutting short any reaction from the earls. "Your dedication to Hartsvale is most appreciated-but hardly necessary." He smirked at Bria
"What?" Bria
"Celia is with child," the king replied. He turned toward the far end of the room, where chairs and crockery still lay strewn over the floor after his fit of temper. "Ask her, if you like."
High Priest Simon rose from behind the toppled table, his hands dripping with blood. "The queen is in no condition to answer questions, Your Majesty." He glared across the room at Camden, then added, "And if she survives, I doubt she will be bearing you any children."
Camden's face went pale, and he whirled on Bria
"The princess has done nothing," said Earl Wendel. "But you-you have abdicated your crown."
"Hear! Hear!" shouted an earl. He repeated the cry, and this time many more voices joined in. "Hear! Hear!"
Camden turned to his giants. "Stomp them!" he ordered. "Smash them all!"
Hrodmar raised a foot to obey, but Gavorial grasped the frost giant's arm. "It is our duty to protect the king's life, not perform his murders," said the stone giant. He knelt at Camden's side and held out a chair-sized palm. "Come along gently, my king. There is no longer anything here for you."
The wild-eyed king looked slowly around the room, searching for a friendly face. As he looked into each set of eyes, they turned as hard and cold as his had been the last few days. When he found no warmth even in the countenance of his most trusted advisor and friend, High Priest Simon, Camden slumped into the stone giant's open palm. He pointed to a golden circlet lying on the floor near Celia, amidst the bones of greasy fowl and pools of spilled mead.
"My crown." he said. "I want my crown."
From among the banquet chamber's shadowy pillars. Tavis Burdun watched as Earl Wendel picked up the grease-stained crown. He did not give it to Camden, but turned instead and passed it to Bria
"Hear! Hear!" chorused the earls.
As far as the scout could tell, none of the earls realized that he was in the room, and Princess Bria
It was just as well. Crowds, even those as small as the gathering around Bria
Gavorial closed his hand around Camden's forlorn figure, then rose to his full height, standing so tall that his head vanished into the cavernous darkness of the chamber's ceiling. But instead of turning to leave, the stone giant faced Hrodmar and motioned toward Bria
"If you will bring the queen, it's time we left this place," he said. Although the stone giant was speaking to Hrodmar, his voice filled the chamber like a knelling bell.
Tavis uttered a silent curse. When Gavorial had convinced Camden to abdicate peacefully, the firbolg had hoped the giants would cause no trouble. Now, the scout was glad he had elected to stay hidden until the pair were safely gone. His arrow already nocked. Tavis drew his bowstring back, but did not fire.
In the center of the chamber, Earl Wendel was the first to recover from the shock. He took a hand axe from his belt and stepped in front of Bria
"What do you mean by this treachery?" As the earl spoke, he motioned for his fellows to gather around. "We won't let you take our queen without a fight!"
"Then you'll die!" chortled Hrodmar.
The frost giant raised his foot to begin kicking earls aside, but Gavorial held out a restraining hand.
"There's no need for violence," the stone giant said. Then, addressing Wendel, he said. "But you and the other earls must understand: a promise was made, and it will be kept."
Wendel scowled up into the darkness. "Why?" he demanded. "Goboka's dead!"
"But the Twilight Spirit is not," Bria
"Quiet!" Hrodmar boomed. The frost giant kneeled down.
Tavis braced himself, waiting for Hrodmar to lower his head just a little bit more.
Hrodmar stretched a hand over the earls, reaching for the queen. "Don't talk about the spirit!" he ordered. "That name is not for humans to hear!"
"Why not?" Bria
"Quiet!"
To emphasize the consequences of ignoring his demand, Hrodmar slapped his hand down on an earl's head. The man did not even cry out, but simply collapsed to the ground in a jumbled mass of bones and flesh.
Tavis clenched his teeth, reminding himself that even if he had loosed his arrow, it would not have saved the man-or Bria
Gavorial stooped over and regarded the frost giant with an air of impatience. "Was that truly necessary?" The stone giant looked to Bria
Hrodmar leaned forward to stretch his hand over Wendel's head, giving Tavis a clear view of a cavelike ear canal. The scout loosed his arrow. The shaft hissed through the air, then disappeared into its target.
Hrodmar roared in pain and cupped a hand over his ear, almost crushing several earls as he crashed to his side. He thrashed madly about for a moment, banging his head against the floor. Several pieces of stone facade crashed off the walls, then the giant finally fell silent and died.