Venice taught me that wealth liked to dress loudly. Authority did not always bother. I arrived by water with sixteen bolts of silk packed beneath waxed canvas. Crimson. Indigo. Gold thread. One bolt so finely woven that the Apprentice refused to touch it without washing her hands first.

In a kingdom that never existed, behind walls that looked as though they had been built to keep out both armies and salespeople, a young ambassador arrived carrying a sealed letter. He had traveled for six days. Two horses had gone lame. One wheel had broken. Rain had turned the northern road into mud. And now, finally, the towers of the king's palace stood above him. The ambassador smiled. He had made it. Or so he thought. The first guard barely looked at him. "State your bu