"Just passing through, father," she replied as inoffensively as possible. "You've been well, I trust?"
"I was until you violated my borders. Where did you get the army?"
"Here and there, father." She shrugged. "We really ought to talk, you know - someplace private."
"I don't have anything to say to you," the bald-headed little man declared. "I refuse to talk to you until you get this army off Tolnedran soil."
"Oh, father," she reprimanded him, "stop being so childish."
"Childish?" The Emperor exploded. "Childish!"
"Her Majesty perhaps chose the wrong word," King Rhodar interposed, giving Ce'Nedra a hard look. "As we all know, she tends at times to be a trifle undiplomatic."
"What are you doing here, Rhodar?" Ran Borune demanded. He looked around quickly at the other kings. "Why have the Alorns invaded Tolnedra?"
"We haven't invaded you, Ran Borune," Anheg told him. "If we had, the smoke from burning towns and villages would be rising behind us. You know how we make war."
"What are you doing here, then?"
King Cho-Hag answered in a calm voice. "As her Majesty advised you, we're only passing through on our way to the East."
"And exactly what do you plan to do in the East?"
"That's our business," Anheg told him bluntly.
"Try to be civil," Lady Polgara said to the Cherek king. She turned to the Emperor. "My father and I explained to you what was happening last summer, Ran Borune. Weren't you listening?"
"That was before you stole my daughter," he retorted. "What have you done to her? She was difficult before, but now she's absolutely impossible."
"Children grow up, your Majesty," Polgara replied philosophically. "The queen's point was well-taken, however. We do need to talk - preferably in private."
"What queen are we talking about?" the Emperor asked bitingly. "I don't see any queen here."
Ce'Nedra's eyes hardened. "Father," she snapped, "you know what's been happening. Now stop playing games and talk sense. This is very important."
"Your Highness knows me well enough to know that I don't play games," he told her in an icy tone.
"Your Majesty, " she corrected him.
"Your Highness, " he insisted.
"Your Majesty, " she repeated, her voice going up an octave.
"Your Highness, " he snarled from between clenched teeth.
"Do we really need to squabble like bad-tempered children right in front of the armies?" Polgara asked calmly.
"She's right, you know," Rhodar said to Ran Borune. "We're all beginning to look a bit foolish out here. We ought to try to maintain the fiction of dignity at least."
The Emperor glanced involuntarily over one shoulder at the glittering ranks of his legions drawn up on the hilltops not far away. "Very well," he conceded grudgingly, "but I want it clearly understood that the only thing we're going to talk about is your withdrawal from Tolnedran soil. If you'll follow me, we'll go to my pavilion."
"Which stands right in the middle of your legions," King Anheg added. "Forgive me, Ran Borune, but we're not that stupid. Why don't we go to my pavilion instead?"
"I'm no stupider than you are, Anheg," the Emperor retorted.
"If I may," King Fulrach said mildly. "In the interests of expediency, might we not assume that this spot is more or less neutral?" He turned to Brendig. "Colonel, would you be so good as to have a large tent erected here?"
"At once, your Majesty," the sober-faced Brendig replied.
King Rhodar grinned. "As you can see, the legendary practicality of the Sendars is not a myth."
The Emperor looked a bit sour, but finally seemed to remember his manners. "I haven't seen you in a long time, Fulrach," he said. "I hope Layla's well."
"She sends her regards," the King of Sendaria replied politely.
"You've got good sense, Fulrach," the Emperor burst out. "Why have you lent yourself to this insane adventure?"
"I think that might be one of the things we ought to discuss in private, don't you?" Polgara suggested smoothly.
"How's the squabble over the succession going?" Rhodar asked in the tone of a man making small talk.
"It's still up in the air," Ran Borune responded, also in a neutral manner. "The Honeths seem to be joining forces, though."
"That's unfortunate," Rhodar murmured. "The Honeths have a bad reputation."
Under Colonel Brendig's direction, a squad of Sendarian soldiers were quickly erecting a large, bright-colored pavilion on the green turf not far away.
"Did you deal with Duke Kador, father?" Ce'Nedra inquired.
"His Grace found his life burdensome," Ran Borune replied with a short laugh. "Someone rather carelessly left some poison lying about in his prison cell, and he sampled it extensively. We gave him a splendid funeral."
Ce'Nedra smiled. "I'm so sorry I missed it."
"The pavilion is ready now," King Fulrach told them. "Shall we go inside?"
They all entered and sat at the table the soldiers had placed inside. Lord Morin, the Emperor's chamberlain, held Ce'Nedra's chair for her. "How has he been?" Ce'Nedra whispered to the brown-mantled official.
"Not well, Princess," Morin replied. "Your absence grieved him more than he cared to admit."
"Is he eating well - and getting his rest?"
"We try, Highness." Morin shrugged. "But your father's not the easiest person in the world to get along with."
"Do you have his medicine?"
"Naturally, Highness. I never go anywhere without it."
"Suppose we get down to business," Rhodar was saying. "Taur Urgas has sealed his western border, and the southern Murgos have moved into position around Rak Goska. 'Zakath, the Mallorean Emperor, has set up a staging area on the plains outside Thull Zelik to receive his troops as he ferries them in. We're running out of time, Ran Borune."
"I'm negotiating with Taur Urgas," the Emperor replied, "and I'll dispatch a plenipotentiary to 'Zakath immediately. I'm certain this can be settled without a war."
"You can talk to Taur Urgas until your tongue falls out," Anheg snorted, "and 'Zakath probably doesn't even know or care who you are. As soon as they've gathered their forces, they'll march. The war can't be avoided, and I for one am just as happy about that. Let's exterminate the Angaraks once and for all."