I swear it in the Shadow of the Throne.” Heloise stepped close to him. “We have stood in the Shadow of the Throne,” she whispered, low enough that only they could hear. “It is cold, and it is dark, and it is empty. You swear it in my shadow now, in the shadow of my war-machine. And I accept your oath and swear my own, that if you ever break yours, I will make you pay.”
