"Well, we're not going to do the negotiating here, are we?" Ardasa said, turning her head to look back at the crowds. They were rather poor, true, but they at least looked excited to see her. Or, at least, her worg-ridden carriage. "Go on then, Your . . . Might? Is that how you're styled? Lead on to the palace." Rebat approached behind them, and bowed to each of the two autocrats.

"I and my force shall assist in keeping the road clear, Your Mercy," he said. He loosed a worg from the carriage and leapt onto it, and from his perch, began shouting orders at the soldiers that accompanied him. They formed up into neat lines, and went to support their dracon comrades.