"Richard, what — "

"Welcome, Duchess. Everything has been prepared." Richard scooped up her hand and kissed it in a manner he judged befitting a queen being greeted before an audience, but touching her only fired his heat. "I knew you would want these representatives to witness your bravery at being the first to join with us against the Imperial Order, the first to break the path for the Midlands."

"But I… well, yes… of course."

He turned to the watching faces. They were a considerably more quiet and compliant group than they had been the last time, as they waited in tense anticipation.

“Duchess Lumholtz — whom you all know is soon to be named queen of Kelton — has committed her people to the cause of freedom, and wished you to be here to witness as she signs the documents of surrender."

"Richard," she whispered as she leaned a little closer, "I must.. have them looked over by our barristers first… just to be sure everything is clear, and there will be no misunderstandings."

Richard smiled reassuringly. "Though I'm sure you will find them quite clear, I've already anticipated your concern and took the liberty of inviting them to the signing. ' Richard held a hand out to the other end of the dais. Raina seized a man's arm and urged him up the steps. "Master Sifold, would you give your future queen your professional opinion?"

He bowed. "As Lord Rahl says, Duchess, the papers are quite clear. There is no room for misinterpretation."

Richard lifted the ornately decorated document from the desk.”With your permission, Duchess, I would like to read it to the gathered representatives, so they may see that Kelton wishes this joining of our forces to be unequivocal. So they may see your bravery."

Her head rose with pride before the eyes of the representatives of the other lands. "Yes. Please do, Lord Rahl."

Richard glanced to the waiting faces. "Please bear with me; this isn't long." He held the paper up before himself and read it aloud. "Know all peoples, that Kelton hereby surrenders unconditionally to D'Hara. Signed, in my hand, as the duly appointed leader of the Keltish people, the Duchess Lumholtz."

Richard set the document back on the desk and dunked the quill pen in a bottle of ink before offering it to Cathryn. She stood stiff and unmoving. Her face had gone ashen.

Fearing she would balk, he had no choice. Summoning strength he knew he was stealing from what he would need later, he put his lips close to her ear, enduring silently the torturous wave of longing at the warm fragrance of her flesh.

"Cathryn, after we finish here, would you go for a walk with me, just the two of us, alone? I dreamed of nothing but you."

Radiant color bloomed in her cheeks. He thought she might put an arm around his neck and thanked the spirits when she didn't.

"Of course, Richard," she whispered back. "I, too, dreamed of nothing but you. Let's get this formality over with."

"Make me proud of you, of your strength."

Richard thought that, surely, her smile would make others in the room blush. He could feel his ears burn at the meaning her smile conveyed.

She took the quill pen, brushing his hand as she did so, and held it up. "I sign this surrender with a quill from a dove, to signify that what I do is done willingly, in peace, and not as one defeated. I do it out of love for my people, and a hope for the future. That hope is this man here — Lord Rahl. I swear the undying vengeance of my people on any of you who would think to harm him."

She bent and scrawled her sweeping signature across the bottom of the surrender document.

Before she could straighten, Richard produced more papers and slid them under her.

"What…"

"The letters you spoke of, Duchess. I didn't want to weigh you down with the tedium of having to do the work yourself when we could put the time to a better purpose. Your aides helped me draw them up. Please check them, just to be sure all is as you intended when you made the offer last night.

"Lieutenant Harrington, of your palace guard, helped with the names of General Baldwin, commander of all Keltish forces, Division Generals Cutter, Leiden, Nesbit, Bradford, and Emerson, and a few of the guard commanders. There's a letter to each for you to sign, ordering them to turn over all command to my D'Haran officers. Some of your palace guard officers will accompany a detachment of my men along with the new officers.

"Your adjutant aide, Master Montleon, has been of invaluable assistance with the instructions to Finance Minister Pelletier; Master Carlisle, the deputy administrator of strategic planning; the governors in charge of the trade commission, Cameron, Tuck, Spooner, Ashmore; as well as Levardson, Doudiet, and Faulkingham of the office of commerce.

"Coadjutant Schaffer, of course, drew up the list of your mayors. We didn't want to offend anyone by leaving them out, of course, so he had several aides help him work up a complete list. There are letters here for them all, but of course the letters of instruction are the same, with just the proper name to each, so you only have to check over one, and then just sign the rest. We'll handle it from there. I have men ready to ride with the official document pouches. A man from your guard will accompany each, just to make sure there's no confusion. We have all the men from your guard here to witness your signature."

Richard drew a breath and straightened as Cathryn, still holding the pen in midair, blinked at all the papers Richard had pushed before her. Her aides had all come up to surround her, proud of the job they had accomplished in such short order.

Richard leaned close to her again. "I hope I got it all as you wished, Cathryn. You said you'd take care of it, but I didn't want to be away from you while you toiled at the work, so I rose early and took care of it for you. I hope you're pleased."

She glanced over letters, pushing them aside to look at others underneath. "Yes. . of course."

Richard slid a chair closer. "Why don't you have a seat?"

When she had sat, and started signing her name, Richard pushed his sword out of the way and sat beside her, in the Mother Confessor's chair. He settled his gaze on the people watching, and kept it there as he listened to the pen scratching. He kept the rage on a slow boil in order to concentrate.

Richard turned back to the smiling Keltish officials behind and to each side of her chair. "You've all performed a valuable service this morning, and I would be honored if you would be willing to continue in an official capacity. I'm sure I could use your talents in administering the growing D'Hara."

After they had all bowed and thanked him for his generosity, he once again turned his attention to the silent group watching the proceedings. The D'Haran soldiers, especially the officers, having spent months stationed in Aydindril, had learned a great deal about trade in the Midlands. In the four days he had been with them searching for Brogan, Richard had learned all he could, and had added to that knowledge earlier that morning. When he knew the questions to ask, Mistress Sanderholt had proven to be a woman of vast knowledge gathered over years of having prepared the dishes of many lands. Food, as it turned out, was a reservoir of knowledge about a people. Her keen ear didn't hurt, either.

"Some of the papers the duchess is signing are trade instructions," Richard told the officials as Cathryn bent over her work. His eyes lingered on her shoulders. He willed them away. "Since Kelton is now part of D'Hara, you must understand that there can be no trade between Kelton and those of you who have not joined with us."

He turned his gaze on a short, round man with a curly black and gray beard. "I realize, Representative Garthram, that this will put Lifany in an uncomfortable position. With Galea and Kelton's borders now ordered sealed to anyone not part of D'Haran, you will have a very difficult time with trade.