The Blade Itself by Joe Abercrombie

the Three Kingdoms together. He was the first High King.’
You idiot, thought Jezal, she knows that already, everyone does. ‘Ardee, I
think your brother would not—’
    ‘And this is Bayaz, the First of the Magi?’
    ‘Yes, he was Harod’s most trusted adviser. Ardee—’
    ‘Is it true they still keep a vacant seat for him in
the Closed Council?’
    Jezal was taken aback. ‘I’d heard that there’s an
empty chair there, but I didn’t know that—’
    ‘They all look so serious, don’t they?’
    ‘Er . . . I suppose those were serious times,’ he
said, grinning lamely.
    A Knight Herald thundered down the avenue on a huge,
well-lathered horse, the sun glinting on the golden wings of his helmet.
Secretaries scattered to let him pass, and Jezal tried to guide Ardee gently
out of the way. To his great dismay she refused to be moved. The horse flashed
past within a few inches of her, close enough for the wind to flick her hair in
Jezal’s face. She turned to him with a flush of excitement on her cheek,
otherwise utterly undaunted by her brush with severe injury.
    ‘A Knight Herald?’ she asked, taking Jezal’s arm once
again and leading him off down the Kingsway.
    ‘Yes,’ squeaked Jezal, desperately trying to bring his
voice under control, ‘the Knights Herald are entrusted with a grave responsibility.
They carry messages from the King to every part of the Union.’ His heart had
stopped hammering. ‘Even across the Circle Sea to Angland, Dagoska, and
Westport. They are entrusted to speak with the King’s voice, and so forbidden
from speaking except on the King’s business.’
    ‘Fedor dan Haden was on the boat on our way over, he’s
a Knight Herald. We talked for hours.’ Jezal attempted unsuccessfully to
contain his surprise. ‘We talked about Adua, about the Union, about his family.
Your name was mentioned, actually.’ Jezal failed to look nonchalant once again.
‘In connection with the coming Contest.’ Ardee leaned even closer to him. ‘Fedor
was of the opinion that Bremer dan Gorst will cut you to pieces.’
    Jezal gave a strangled cough, but he rallied well.
‘Unfortunately, that opinion seems widely held.’
    ‘But not by you, I trust?’
    ‘Er . . .’
    She stopped and took him by the hand, staring
earnestly into his eyes. ‘I’m sure that you’ll get the better of him, no matter
what they say. My brother speaks very highly of you, and he’s stingy with his
praise.’
    ‘Er . . .’ mumbled Jezal. His fingers were tingling
pleasantly. Her eyes were big and dark, and he found himself greatly at a loss
for words. She had this way of biting on her lower lip that made his thoughts
stray. A fine, full lip. He wouldn’t have minded having a little chew on it
himself. ‘Well, thank you.’ He gave a gormless grin.
    ‘So this is the park,’ said Ardee, turning away from
him to admire the greenery. ‘It’s even more beautiful than I’d imagined.’
    ‘Erm . . . yes.’
    ‘How wonderful, to be at the heart of things. I’ve
spent so much of my life on the edge. There must be many important decisions
made here, many important people.’ Ardee allowed her hand to trail through the
fronds of a willow tree by the road. ‘Collem’s worried there might be war in
the North. He was worried for my safety. I think that’s why he wanted me to
come here. I think he worries too much. What do you think, Captain Luthar?’
    He had been in blissful ignorance of the political
situation until a couple of hours before, but that would never do as a reply.
‘Well,’ he said, straining to remember the name, and then with relief, ‘this
Bethod could do with a rap on the knuckles.’
    ‘They say he has twenty thousand Northmen under his
banner.’ She leaned towards him. ‘Barbarians,’ she murmured. ‘Savages,’ she
whispered. ‘I heard he skins his captives alive.’
    Jezal thought this was hardly suitable conversation
for a young lady. ‘Ardee . . .’ he began.
    ‘But I’m sure with men