That night I stayed beside her as she slept. Our son...our beautiful son, well I would talk to her in the morning about his naming. He slept now at her breast as the one female palace servant girl remained. She said he should be allowed to nurse from her as he chose. So their I sat beside her Divan where she had been carried by me and cleaned by me. Her and my son. I had much to think on.

Yes, that was an odd thing to see a woman disapear in the smoke of the sickly sweet stench of the burning dead from the other room. The smell was awful and made my skin crawl...yet here were the two men who had remained after doing the bloody deed at his own bidding. Yes...they had won. Gruesomely.

One of them had pulled me to the side to join the other when the last bandit had been bound. The servant girl had said she had never left the queen...no matter how I threatened her. I just could not understand who i had been met by and who had entered with me. Then the men had given an accounting of themselves.
All but two others had been killed Sir. We should never have thought 3 men and a girl would be able to do so much....but now. You give us much to consider about ourselves. I am glad you came or we would have been dead from shame for leaving her in such a state.
A statement I would have made true if she had not survived...though he would never hear me say it aloud.One of the ones who broke away had been wreathed in flames from head to toe and we couldn't get close enough to finish him...no doubt he will be nearby but his last wish was probably to have been finished by a blade or drowning than in such agony. The other well, he was cowering behind an Urn and seemed to just be singed by the flames ..when we saw him his eyes looked about to pop from his head and his scream almost was loud enough to exceed the running torch fellow as he sprinted out in his wake before we could close the path. No doubt he saw our flaming weapons and the blood over us all and was convinced he was being chased to his own Hades or whatever dark death he fears most. His tales, if he is ever sober again in this life...will probably drive off other bandits for a long time.

I hoped so, and still I had to consider which of the Gods me and my Priestess Nyx would be sacrificing these men to.....and how. Oh...that idea was a warm one, they should never have threatened my family!
But the Yazatas would be given their due for the aide they gave. My Good wife was most harmed by them and her Tribe. Me, well I had at least blead one and his moans and piteous tears were soothing to my ears as he held on to life like he heald in his guts...by the bare fingertips. His partner who lay unconscius still, well he would receive the FULL benefit of my so innocent looking wifes wrath. I was not so sure he would not wish to trade places with his friends who had burned to death.

Tonight had been the first testament of the Archon of Cillicia and his Tribes support of the Archon and Oracle of Cappadocia and HER people. The Future was a hand in hand Unity like the Love of the Royal Husband and Wife. Unseperable during the lifetimes of their leadership and as long as each throne held a member of their family.