“Now the king is dead.” Nasi lifted the figure from the center of the circle, and set it, almost gently, to the side. “And the Vir are trying to hold the peace, but it’s only a matter of time before someone comes along to claim the empty throne by force. But they’re hoping it won’t come to that, not if you take Holland’s place.” Kosika reeled. “Why me?” “Well,” said Nasi, setting another piece—a child—in the circle, “because you are like him. Antari.”
