Kolgrim was fascinated by The City. The streets while dirty were lively, filled with noise and smells both pleasant and unpleasant. The citizens of The City gaped at the spectacle passing by them, and the Twilight Lord felt a sense of deep satisfaction. First impressions were most important. Reaching the entrance to the Golden District, they were again welcomed and led to the palace where Palben awaited upon the steps of the building to welcome his honored visitor.

The Twilight Lord’s gaze quickly swept over this great-grandson of his mother’s. There was nothing of Lara visible in him, and Kolgrim was very pleased to note it. The man was pure mortal and would have all of a mortal’s weaknesses. The victory over Hetar was already his, Kolgrim decided. But still he must not judge too quickly. Palben might prove cleverer than he looked. He should know in a few days if this was so.

Dismounting his coal-black stallion, the Twilight Lord stepped forward, both of his hands outstretched in greeting. He was smiling his most winning smile. “My lord Palben, I greet you in friendship.”

Palben was pleased by the Twilight Lord’s words. The fellow did not seem at all a barbarian. “My lord Kolgrim, I greet you in friendship. Welcome to Hetar and my house!” He took the hands held out to him, squeezing them before releasing them. “We have prepared everything as you requested, but you will tell me if it is not correct. Tonight there will be a small banquet with a few of our more important citizens.”

“I shall look forward to it,” Kolgrim said, continuing to smile.

Palben took his arm, leading him into the palace. It was not a particularly grand home, Kolgrim thought, but it was lavish in its decor. “My wife, like all women, is curious as to why you have come. Our two lands have lived estranged for many years.” The Lord High Ruler brought Kolgrim to a garden and indicated he should sit.

Kolgrim sat, and patting the bench next to him, invited his host to sit, as well. Palben did, and at once servants brought heavily carved gold goblets decorated with rubies filled with blackberry frine. The two men accepted the vessels and silently toasted each other before drinking. “I have come with a specific purpose,” he told the Lord High Ruler.

“And what purpose would that be?” Palben asked. So it was not just a social visit. What could the Twilight Lord possibly seek from Hetar?

“I have come to take a bride,” Kolgrim said quietly, and then he waited.

“A bride?” Palben was surprised.

“Aye, a bride,” Kolgrim replied, smiling again. “There are few females in The Dark Lands, and none of rank from whom I could choose a wife. You see, my lord Palben, Twilight Lords can sire as many daughters as we choose, but only one son. My mother was a lady of high rank. I wish a bride of high rank.” Kolgrim drank the frine in his goblet, and set it aside.

Palben nodded slowly. “Of course,” he said. “I understand completely. And I am honored that you would come to me to help you find the proper lady.”

“The Twilight Lords live by a specific code that is laid out in our Book of Rule,” Kolgrim explained. “The book has directed me to choose my bride from the House of Ahasferus, my lord Palben. I am sure this family is of high rank, and known to you.”

“My youngest daughter is eighteen,” Palben began, considering that to have his family allied with this ruler would be an excellent thing.

Kolgrim held up his hand to stop the Lord High Ruler. “I mean no disrespect to you, my lord, and none to your daughter, who I am certain would make a good wife, but the Book of Rule has directed me to the House of Ahasferus. You will understand that I cannot go against the Book of Rule. It is our holy book.”

Palben nodded sympathetically, but the truth was, he did not understand. He wondered what kind of a god the Twilight Lord worshipped. It certainly wouldn’t be the Celestial Actuary. And in Hetar there was no holy book of which he knew. “Of course, if your holy book directs you to the House of Ahasferus, then it is there you must go,” he said to Kolgrim. “The current patriarch of that house, Grugyn Ahasferus, will be one of my guests tonight. He is a magnate, and his family can be traced to the earliest days of Hetar. Will you allow me to speak with him first, my lord Kolgrim? Then I will introduce you. He has several granddaughters who are of marriageable age. The women of that family are noted for their beauty, too. While it is said all cats look alike in the dark, a man lives more in the light with his wife.” Palben chuckled, giving Kolgrim a friendly poke.

Kolgrim joined his host laughing and gave him a friendly wink.

“You will want to see your quarters now,” the Lord High Ruler said. He clapped his hands, and his majordomo appeared immediately. “Take Lord Kolgrim to his quarters. His servants are already settled, I hope.”

“Indeed, my lord, aye,” the majordomo said.

“A servant will come to fetch you and bring you to the banquet,” Palben said.

Kolgrim bowed with an elegant flourish, and then without another word went off with the majordomo.

Palben rubbed his hands together, delighted. He could hardly wait to tell his wife of the reason for the Twilight Lord’s visit.

But Laureen said, “Thank the Celestial Actuary that he did not want our youngest child, my lord! I could not bear it if she were so far away.” In actuality she was relieved, for she had watched the Twilight Lord’s arrival from a window that fronted on the palace entry. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, but he had made her shiver. She remembered that when she was small and misbehaved, her grandmother would say, “If you do not behave, Laureen, you will be sent to the Twilight Lord, and live in his Dark Lands forever.” It was a common threat made to children of her generation.

“Well,” Palben continued, unaware of his wife’s genuine relief, “Grugyn Ahasferus will certainly be in my debt now. A match between one of his granddaughters and the Twilight Lord will bring our Hetar and the Dark Lands closer. I cannot speak for the citizens of that far place, but this ruler is a man of excellent breeding and good taste. Did you see his train, Laureen? The horses’ manes were braided with silver! The musicians and dancers were garbed in the finest silks. There have been rumors of great wealth in the Dark Lands.” Palben paused, thinking. “I wonder,” he continued slowly, “how we can profit financially from this possible marriage?”

“I am certain you will find a way, my lord,” his wife answered.

“Aye, I will,” he agreed, nodding. “Wear something beautiful tonight, my dear. I would have you shine before our guest.”

He would sell me to this dark lord if he thought he might profit by it, Laureen thought to herself. “Of course,” she answered her husband. “I have just the gown, my lord.” Then she curtsied to him and hurried off.

The Lord High Ruler sat alone, and considered to himself what possible riches the Dark Lands held. He rubbed his hands together again gleefully. Tonight would be just the beginning of his personal triumph. Palben II would be remembered as Hetar’s greatest ruler for bringing the Dark Lands into Hetar’s circle of power. He could hardly wait for his guests to arrive. It was a small party, but the guest list was made up of the most influential men in Hetar. They would be fascinated by the handsome and urbane Twilight Lord. They would be astounded to learn what had brought him to Hetar.

And they would be fiercely jealous of Grugyn Ahasferus’s good fortune. He would have to keep a tight line on his old friend Grugyn. There would be no marriage celebrated without the permission of the Lord High Ruler Palben. And it was going to cost the House of Ahasferus a goodly sum to gain their lord’s formal consent. Palben chuckled to himself. He had been considering taking a second wife for some time. Perhaps he would wed another of Grugyn’s granddaughters. Then he would have a blood tie with the Twilight Lord.

“My lord.”

He looked up to see his body servant. “What?” he demanded, irritated at having been interrupted in the midst of his musings.

“You must come now, my lord, if you are to be ready on time to receive your guests,” the man said, bowing low for he saw the annoyance in his master’s eyes.

Palben arose. “Thank you,” he said to the servant. “Is that new gold-and-silver robe ready for me to wear this evening?”

The servant nodded in the affirmative as he led his master away.

AT THE APPOINTED HOUR the Lord High Ruler of Hetar stood on the wide steps of his palace with Kolgrim the Twilight Lord greeting his guests. He was dressed in a light gray velvet robe with stripes of cloth-of-gold and cloth of silver. It glittered with his every movement. The robe had long wide sleeves with cuffs of gold. It was not a flattering design for it made him look leaner and more angular. But the robe was saved by a wide collar fashioned from gold and studded with rubies that sat upon his shoulders and his chest. Each of his long thin fingers was decorated with a bejeweled band, the ring of his office on the middle finger of his right hand. About his forehead was a gold band with a center ruby. His dark hair was close-cropped.

His guest of honor wore a robe of black-and-silver silk. It was simple in design, but elegant. About his neck was a heavy chain of gold and silver from which hung a round silver locket studded with sapphires. A band of silver with a center sapphire was set about his golden head. Kolgrim had about him an air of command that needed no luxurious ornament. The Hetarian magnates recognized it as they entered the palace with their women and were introduced.

Palben looked about his banquet chamber and felt well pleased. None of his guests was as well dressed as he was. Most had brought younger second wives, which but pointed out to him that without a beautiful young bride by his side he was losing prestige. Aye, he would have to take another wife. Laureen, while a pretty woman, was simply past her prime. And she had never been a great beauty. But her pedigree was without par, and her wealth was most satisfactory. She had been obedient and dutiful, giving him two sons and four daughters. However it was time her face was retired into the background where it belonged so he might enjoy a nubile, beautiful, young wife. She would probably be relieved for he knew she didn’t enjoy these state dinners.

He had placed the Twilight Lord at his right hand at the table. Laureen sat on the other side of their guest of honor. Grugyn Ahasferus was seated at the left hand of the Lord High Ruler. As the meal progressed Palben leaned toward his friend and said, “You should know that Lord Kolgrim has come to Hetar to seek a bride.”

Grugyn Ahasferus grunted an acknowledgment as he chewed on a piece of capon. “What has it to do with me?” he asked low, knowing Palben would not speak to him of this without a reason.

“He wants one of your granddaughters, Grugyn. Do you know what a coup, an honor, this is for your house?”

“Why one of my granddaughters?” The magnate’s voice sounded disinterested.

“He will tell you himself. I have arranged for you to meet privily with him while my other guests are being entertained after the sweet is served. When I tell you, you will go to my own privy chamber. You know how to reach it, Grugyn, for you have often shared conversation and frine with me there.”

“He’s handsome. The girls would like that. Is he rich?”

“His train was magnificent when he entered The City,” Palben responded.

“I heard. Men-at-arms in livery, banners, musicians and dancers. A goodly show to be sure, but such can all be hired,” Grugyn said. “I need to know if he has the kind of wealth needed to ally himself to our house.”

“An alliance between your granddaughter and the Twilight Lord would mean an alliance between Hetar and the Dark Lands. I am sure Lord Kolgrim is worthy, and such a marriage could mean great new wealth for us,” Palben said meaningfully.

Grugyn’s eyes narrowed briefly in thought. “Such an alliance would add to both your prestige and mine,” he replied. “I would become richer than any in Hetar.”

“And my position upon the throne could never be challenged,” Palben murmured to his friend.

“I will listen to him with care and seek to gain the best advantage, but, between us, he can have one of the girls. A union between my granddaughter and the Twilight Lord will mean greater matches for her cousins.” He smiled. “We are in agreement, my lord.”

AS THE SWEET was served, and the guests distracted by an entertainer with a troupe of small dogs, Grugyn Ahasferus discreetly left the banqueting table. The Twilight Lord still sat murmuring in conversation with Palben. But when the magnate reached the Lord High Ruler’s privy chamber he found Kolgrim awaiting him. “How…?” he began.