Because I Don't Like Your Face

The evening banquet began.

The table, laid to the taste of the White Castle’s master, ran to the simple and the plain. All that marked the occasion was a bigger pig than usual gone to the knife and a sharp jump in the number of tomatoes going into the stew.

Keith raised his cup and ran his eye over the four knights seated along either side of the table, Kashen among them.

“I offer my respects to you gentlemen, who labor night and day for the peace of the Empire. Bring this investigation, too, to a swift close, and do...