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Boesarius glanced toward the elder who stood now in front of the fountain. Solomon Regis. The Absalon, so he introduced himself. His name and title had preceded him about Valenntenia at large, heard seldomly in those occasions conducive to its mentioning. Not that Boesarius could truly put a...

Boesarius took a small step forward. His face was closer than courtesy prescribed to Gundolgu's own. He stared him down. "Tell your wife to leave with the children," he said quietly. Calmly. Gundolgu blinked, and then his body started to tense up. This was the onset of another fear with which...

Into the Tower Courtyard. All was a dazzling display, from the huge fountain with its shooting geysers of water to the lavish tables putting on offer vintages of wine whose age might well have surpassed the Courtyard's celebrants. Others, both who called Valenntenia home and those—like Boesarius...

Boesarius looked toward the Tower. Looked toward that lavender glow. From beneath the brim of his hat his eyes regarded the display with a practiced neutrality. His opinion was irrelevant. His opinion on the purpose of his being here, even, was irrelevant. He committed to no action without the...

Boesarius placed his hand on the cell door. "Come and see." And pulled it open.

Boesarius shook his head. "Whatever it is, it was enough to make her think that she could find sanctuary in Gild." And now the corners of his mouth lifted in a small and derisive smile. "Can you imagine?"

"There is. And your sex will be of benefit to it." Nemeska turned a quizzical gaze upon him, and he elaborated further. "My subject hails from Sonshan." He smirked a little as Nemeska's quizzical gaze only deepened, and he admitted, "I had to research it myself. It's a distant land, far to the...

Boesarius smiled. "You'll know. If she makes the right choice. If not, you'll never see her." Castulo's indignation at that was none of Boesarius's concern. He turned his attention onto Nemeska. He'd be able to have her attend him, but not Castulo—his scoundrel's reputation precluded it...

"Irene was never going to work," he said. No one but Saint Sofia herself could have convinced her of the pragmatic usefulness of Pontifex Elissal's Devils. Nemeska and Castulo found this out firsthand, trying anyway—and maybe this would encourage them to listen to him when he spoke from...

"You." Boesarius was well-trained to see it: the fear, however hidden, however fleeting, flashing in a person's eyes. And as soon as he said that singular word did he see such fear alight in Nemeska's eyes. This genuine fear was quickly replaced, either sincerely or as a deceptive attempt to...

"I get what I want," Boesarius said, smirking. "It's as simple as that."

Boesarius for a long time stood as he was. Not looking back. Not shrugging off Nemeska's hand from his elbow. Not making a move to walk away. He stood. Calculating. Then at last he looked back over his shoulder. "Come with me," he said. "If the Pontifex is unaware of this 'matter' of which...

Boesarius's eye, the sole one facing Nemeska, narrowed. "If the Pontifex wished to speak with me, I would have been informed through other means." He turned fully then, his back to her, beginning to walk away.

At last Boesarius and the other Regulators finished their meals. The four of them stood together, the other three taking their empty plates off toward the counter outside the adjacent kitchen for the Temple servants to clean, Boesarius, finally, deigning to look sidelong at Nemeska. "What?"

Boesarius paid Nemeska no heed at all. It was as if she had not spoken to him, or even as if she were not there, standing nearby his table beseeching his attention. None of the other three Regulators sitting with Boesarius acknowledged her either—they simply continued eating. Boesarius found...