Ah. The proceedings were drawing to a close. Splendid.

Caeling watched the crowds begin to disperse. He would need to organise the steward and almsgiver tonight. A celebration was due, and the castle could give every man in the city some of tonight's banquet at little cost. And if the folk paid a little coin for it, they would have to spend little actual crown money to improve happiness. He figured a silver piece in the town square and great roads, and two coppers in the rat's labyrinth.

He would hash over the details with Lord Davidson later; that man was always a good sounding board for philanthropy.

He needed to find the bastard. Ah, there, just leaving the assembled guests. He appeared behind the knight.

"Sir Lachlan."