“Gavril—”

“No! Am I to turn my back on her, when she needs me most?” Gavril demanded.  “Could any subject respect me after that? Could she? No, Father, I must do this.” Pursing his mouth in frustration, he gestured at Dain. “Let him carry Tanengard if you do not trust me. He can make it slay Nonkind. Its powers do not endanger his soul.”

“I will guard the sword, majesty,” the soft, velvety tones of Noncire announced.  Dain turned and saw the fat cardinal approaching from the shadowy front of the chapel. With distrust, Dain wondered if he’d been hiding there all this time, listening to them.

“I feel it my duty to accompany these young people on their quest,” Noncire said. “Someone of authority must minister to the guardians. My guidance will strengthen them all.”

The king raised his brows. “Are you saying you approve of this foolhardy quest, cardinal?”

“It is dangerous, with much risk, but surely Tomias would approve a quest to recover the lost Chalice. In seeking to save the lady’s life, both these young men show their valor and worthiness.”

Gavril clapped his hands. “Then it’s settled. We’re going at first light.”