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man in mind, My Queen. He will see the job done. The boy will be dead in no time at all, and the estate will be Your Majesty’s.’
    ‘And fetch me the deeds and the executor of the Bulldog’s last will and testament. I will speak with him. Then we shall have our wars.’
    ‘Yes, Your Majesty. Right away,’ he said.
    Dizali bowed, as did Gavisham, and the two men began to hurry back towards the palace.
    ‘Do not fail me this time, Prime Lord,’ Victorious called after him, just before he was out of earshot.
    The two men marched through the palace, eager to leave, the echo of cawing ravens still loud in their ears. The marble halls and cavernous rooms were empty, as if the servants were all in the middle of a nap. Perhaps the queen deciding to take a stroll through her shivering pines was the only chance of rest they got.
    They waited until the carriage doors had shut with a bang, and the wheels were rattling beneath them before speaking, Dizali first, as was his right.
    ‘You heard her; you’re to go America. You will have your revenge after all.’
    ‘Try not to miss me, Milord,’ Gavisham smiled, flashing that new gold tooth of his.
    Dizali glared. He was still nurturing a mood after being berated by the Queen.
    ‘I will see it done,’ added the manservant. ‘I know where to look.’
    ‘No, you know where to start. You’ll need to travel fast to pick up their trail.’
    ‘I’ll see it done, fear not.’
    Dizali narrowed his eyes and stroked his sharp goatee. ‘I know you will. And I want regular updates.’
    Gavisham stared out of the window. ‘And how would you like it done?’ he asked, almost absently.
    ‘Pardon?’ Dizali looked at him oddly.
    Gavisham mimed a choking action. ‘The boy, how do you want it done?’
    Dizali leant forwards, and spoke low, so that Gavisham had trouble hearing him. ‘You can shoot him, stab him, skin him, scalp him, flay him, strangle him, drown him, burn him, bury him, or blow him up, I don’t care how you do it. I just want that Hark boy put down. It suits our plan,’ he growled, his eyes bereft of any emotion.
    ‘Our plan, or her plan?’
    It was Dizali’s turn to look out of the window. ‘Ours. Always ours. Almighty, she’s growing mad. Horrendously out of touch! The Benches will do no such thing as understand. They have been rubbing their greedy little hands ever since somebody put a bullet in Hark’s chest.’
    ‘Time for some fresh blood in the ranks, Milord,’ Gavisham mused.
    Dizali nodded. ‘We have just been given the perfect opportunity, Gavisham. The pieces are coming together. What the old fool does not know is that I’ve been watching that executor, a Mr Witchazel, since Hark died. He looks like the squawking type. He will give us what we need. And I have heard of a man that can handle it all.’
    ‘Did you ever find out who did it? To Hark I mean?’
    Dizali frowned, almost as if it still irked him. Perhaps he was somewhat jealous. He had been planning Hark’s downfall for years. Dizali had felt slightly cheated by the murder. ‘No,’ he muttered. ‘Let’s get you back to Clovenhall. You can get your supplies and then head to the docks. You will leave immediately. I shall despatch a rider to find a ship for you while you’re gathering your things.’
    ‘That suits me fine, Milord, though I do hate to travel by sea.’
    Dizali looked him up and down and sneered. ‘And here was I, believing you had an iron stomach, what with all the bloods you mix.’
    ‘Seawater’s a different beast, Sir, and I’ve not had the best luck with ships, have I?’ Gavisham winked, and strangled the door-handle, already eager to get some red in him and introduce this blasted boy to his grave. My brother will meet him in hell , he thought smugly to himself.
    And so it was done. The carriage had barely passed the gates of Clovenhall, Dizali’s ancestral home, before a rider was swinging up into his saddle and spurring on his horse. Dizali was a man famed