The riders reached "Backara". Servants already started lighting torches on the facade of the building. Orel rounded the hotel through the side arc and dismounted in the backyard.

"The main entrance is not for you, sirs, is it?" Nikto asked.

Orel passed Beauty"s bridle to a servant. "I don"t want to reveal myself today."

They entered the restaurant through the rear exit and the owner rushed to welcome them.

"We"ll be upstairs," Orel snapped. "If there is any mail, bring it later."

He quickly walked up the stairs to the room he used as his reception-room in the Lower City. Taking off his cloak, he turned to Nikto.

"Who is it that Morgan? Tell me, tell me now!"

Nikto shrugged.

"A nobody. A commoner, a warrior – but on the whole nothing special."

"I can"t believe it!" Orel fell into a luxurious armchair at the head of the table. "A commoner threatens me, where is this world going to?"

Nikto laughed. Orel pointed at the place he could take.

"Orel, I want roast meat," Tol drawled whimsically.

"Then go and order it, don"t you see I"m busy!" Orel shouted at him.

"All right, I"ll wait."

"No, you go! Go now and order whatever you want! And pick up the mail while you"re at it!"

Tol left the room hastily.

"You upset him when you killed Lamy," Nikto said. "Now he"ll be trying to get you. He hates rich people and yells about it at every corner. He"ll make the whole city know that the prince Arel Chig kills defenseless pregnant women."

"Oooh," Enriki moaned.

Orel passed his hands over his hair, smoothening it back.