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free, and has suc­cessfully taken control of five of the northwestern states. This pompous ass controls the rest . . . or used to.”
“And I have you in the palm of my hand, who­ever you think you are,” spat Deshin angrily. “At a word from me, you’re dead.”
“I see,” said Shael slowly, ignoring Deshin. “Arlinn does not rally to my father?”
“Nor does it rise against him. The Tyrant’d be like a nut in a vise then, fighting on two fronts. At the moment our little Emperor here holds the balance of power. But if Arlinn enters the war on the other side, then your father both outnumbers and out­generals him. As your mother’s husband, the Tyrant calls for Arlinn’s strength. But they evade the Tyrant’s call by saying their allegiance is to you, until you are proven dead. This man needs you alive. Dead, you’re worth­less to him,” said Cap.
“How do you know this, Cap?” Shael asked, as a touch of doubt assailed her.
“Heard it from northern merchants in Amphir. I took some care to keep you away from them.”
“I’ve had enough of this.” Shael could detect the undertones of fear in Deshin’s voice. “I’m tired of standing around in the rain bickering. I came here with a very generous offer. But I can take you in chains if need be. I think the first thing is to deal with this rabble of yours . . .”
Cap smiled again, sharklike, and interrupted, “What do you intend for