At the Queen_s command

Lord Rivendell and Colonel Langford rode up. Rivendell surveyed the area and smiled broadly. "Bravo, Highness. This is splendid. Splendid. Your men have outdone yourselves."

"Not our work, Lord Rivendell." The Prince nodded toward the sign. "Du Malphias did this. He even cut us a lovely path to his domain."

"Doubtless thinking I will be merciful in my gratitude. Excellent. A broad boulevard-that's their word, ain't it-for our victory march. Even Harry's men won't be too sad to march it."

"I believe you are missing my point."

"Trying to think like a soldier, are you, Highness? Leave that to the professionals." Rivendell stood in his stirrups and looked at the road. "He's not the sort to ambush us."

Vlad frowned. "But he did send the Ungarakii to attack you on the road."

"He's not responsible for the actions of his heathen allies, Highness. They don't understand our ways of war. But we showed them." Rivendell turned to his aide. "Make a note of that, Langford. Du Malphias showed me the honor due for my actions at Villerupt. We'll have an entire chapter about such honor in my book."

"Yes, sir."

"Canoe approaching, under a white flag."

The Mystrian sentry's shout brought all eyes to the shore. A birch-bark canoe glided over placid water reflecting the blue sky and high clouds. A soldier in the Platine Regiment's uniform held a white flag aloft, while two civilians provided propulsion. Sentries ran knee-deep to help drag the boat ashore, but only the soldier alighted.

He marched stiffly up the beach, then saluted. "I am Major Lebouf. Do I have the honor of addressing Prince Vladimir?"

"You do."

Rivendell rode forward. "I am the commander of this expedition. Anything you have to say you should address to me."

The Major smiled politely. "And you would be Lord Rivendell?"

"I would."

"Then my master has a special greeting for you. He says he looks forward to meeting you face to face, since the last time you met, he only saw your back."

Rivendell blanched, then lashed out with his riding crop. He caught Langford across the chest. "Do not write that down, you idiot."

Langford snapped the journal shut.

Prince Vlad waved the sentries back to their posts while they could still contain their mirth. "You have a message, Major?"

"Yes. The Esteemed Laureate Guy du Malphias requests the pleasure of your company, under a white flag, for dinner this evening. If you proceed up the road for ten miles, you will find the pavilion he has created. He asks that you join him by seven. He said he would be pleased if you brought Lord Rivendell, Colonels Langford, Thornbury, and Exeter with you. With apologies, he did not include Count von Metternin."

"I see."

Rivendell swept off his hat. "Please convey to your master that we accept his invitations. We shall be pleased to discuss terms of surrender as well."

The Major smiled. "He has anticipated you, sir. He said he would decline your kind offer, as he is not prepared to accept your surrender yet."

"My surrender? My surrender?" The color which had previously left Rivendell's face flushed back swiftly. "It is not our surrender of which I speak."

Vlad held up a hand. "Please tell the Laureate that we will join him."

"I shall, thank you." The Major bowed, then turned toward Owen. "And you, sir, would be Captain Strake?"

"I am."

The Ryngian officer reached inside his coat pocket and withdrew a sealed missive. "I was asked to give this to you."

Owen accepted it, but did not break the seal. "You've done your duty."

The Major returned to the canoe, and Owen shoved it back into the lake. The paddlers steadied the boat as the Major sat, then bent to the task of propelling it across the water.

Rivendell pointed his crop at Owen. "I will have that note from the enemy, Captain Strake."

Owen ignored him, broke the seal and read. He grunted. "Just an apology for not including me in the dinner. Given the circumstances of my previous departure, he found me an ungracious guest."

"Give it here."

Owen's face darkened. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"You are a man who is known to be familiar with ciphers and who, beyond all belief, escaped to Temperance with two broken legs."

"So you believe I am du Malphias' agent."

"I think it is also curious that his native allies killed our soldiers, but let you live." Rivendell sneered. "Langford, you are getting this down, are you not?"

The scratch of a pencil on paper answered him.

Vlad sighed and held his hand out. Owen gave him the note. The Prince read it, then looked up at Rivendell. "I should remind you, sir, that I am the expert in ciphers. This note contains none, and is exactly what Captain Strake reported it to be. Now, unless you want to call me a liar or suggest I am in the Laureate's employ, I think you should get to your wardrobe and prepare yourself for this evening's dinner."

The Prince looked at himself in the small hand mirror von Metternin held up. "This will have to do."