He strode through the room, stepping over or around the bodies on the floor. As she heard his approach she turned and sighed softly, bowing her head.

For his part, Sinoval was shocked. She was covered in scratches and marks and bruises, and her simple smock was heavily stained with blood. He had known veteran warriors who would have collapsed with fewer injuries, and yet she was still on her feet, working.

"My lord," she said, softly.

"My lady," he replied, numbly. "Why have your wounds not been tended to?"

"There are others here with more serious injuries than mine. I tend to them first."

"You will be no use to them if you pass out here. Rest, my lady. That is an order."

She lifted her head, eyes blazing. "You are a warrior, my lord. You kill! I am a worker, and so I build! Allow me to build here."

For a moment he was taken aback. "My lady…." he said softly. "Speak to me…."

"Kozorr is dead," she whispered, and he closed his eyes. He had known it. He had known somehow, back when the warrior had first given his vow of fealty. "He died, in my stead."

Sinoval nodded, unable to think of words to say. Kats turned from him to resume her work. He spun on his heel and stalked from the room.

There would be a reckoning. Some day soon, there would be a reckoning.

"I…. I am…. dying now…."

Londo looked down at the ashen face of one of his oldest friends, and tried to think of the words. He was feeling very light-headed, almost giddy with the day's events. He had not yet had time to eat, and Timov would be furious if she were here.

"Hush, Malachi. You will make a fine recovery."

"Bad…. liar, Londo. Never a good trait in a politician…. but a…. welcome one in…. you…." Malachi winced, and tried to sit up. "Much to tell you…. Doctors…. have…. given me…. drugs to…. dull the pain. But they…. make me…. sleepy."

"Then you should rest. You will need to recover your strength."

"Why? For my execution? No…. Londo. Better…. I die here. You…. more than anyone…. you were right for this task. I tried…. to spare you…. this…." He coughed, and reached out with a trembling hand for the beaker at his side. Londo helped steady the dying man's hand and guided it to his mouth. Malachi drank deeply, and spluttered.

"Foul stuff," he rasped, his voice a little stronger now. "Why…. must all medicine taste so awful, Londo?"

"One of life's great mysteries," came the reply.

"Ah…. well. I will have to wonder. Londo…. it was a custom, a long time ago, for leaders to record their thoughts and advice on their death. A chance…. for their wisdom never to die. It has not been used much…. recently. Too many would not want this…. advice…. or would try to exploit it for their own purposes. We have fallen far, Londo. Very far."

"We will return, Malachi. You will be there at my side all the way."

"Deluded…. Londo. No, let me explain. This is…. my deathbed confession, I suppose. I've done a lot that I have not been proud of. I only wish history could remember the good…. as well as the bad."

"History will. I…. I will see to that."

"Thank you…. My…. confession. I ordered the murder of Emperor Refa, and arranged for you to be framed. I sent guards to kill you, although I…. hoped they would not succeed. I only wanted to frighten you, Londo. I wanted you…. gone. Somewhere safe. With G'Kar…. perhaps. Fighting a greater war than ours."

"You…. know about G'Kar?"

"I know a great deal. After Turhan died, I left here. I…. I wanted to retire somewhere, live out my remaining days in peace. It…. was not to be. I was sent a message by Lady Morella the night after my retirement. She…. gave me a…. vision. One I had to heed. I…. I would change our people, fulfill the destiny I always wanted. So…. I faked my suicide, and disappeared. I travelled throughout our Republic in disguise…. learning and…. seeing all the things I had missed for so many years." He began to cough again, and wiped his mouth awkwardly with a cloth.

"Londo…. do you know who my father was?"

"I…." He hesitated. "Yes…. I…. give me a moment…. Lord Revil…. Yes…. that was it…. Oh…. no, I remember…. You…."

"I…. was adopted…. yes. My true father was a carpenter in a village on Immolan Five. I was…. adopted by Lord Revil after his death, at Turhan's request."

Londo was stunned. He had known none of this. "I…. why? How did this happen?"

"Ah…. I'm jumping around. Forgive me, Londo. The dying ramblings of an old man. Turhan and his father visited Immolan Five when he was a child, as was I. The procession passed through our village, and…. assassins tried to kill Turhan that night. My father shouted a warning…. and saved his life. The Emperor offered my father any reward…. and he asked…. he asked for a better life for his son. The Emperor promised to have me adopted by a noble of the Court.

"He then carried on his way, and forgot all about it. My father was beaten to death by some of the Royal Guard a few weeks afterwards. Turhan…. he reminded his father of his promise, and I was…. adopted by Lord Revil, and placed close to the Court. My prior identity was destroyed, wiped from existence. I was a new noble of the Court, not a carpenter's son.

"Do you know what life is like for the lower classes, Londo? Of course not…. how could you? You were born to the purple. That was why I….

"Oh…. sorry. Jumping around again. Turhan promised social reform, but…. he tried…. He was truly a good man. He tried to reform, lower taxes, erase local corruption…. but he failed. The entire nobility, a fraction of our people, survive by the hard work and slavery of so many…. and no one cares. Turhan failed…. but he tried. It was more than his son would do…. More than the rest of you would do. You were all born to the purple.

"That was all I wanted. The lower classes…. the farmers and artisans and leather workers and…. all of them…. they can rule themselves. They're not…. puppets for our courtly games. They're not slaves or servants for our pleasure. They're us, Londo. We could not see that. The Court…. could not see that.

"You've lived in the Court all your life. You know what our nobility has become. Weak and indecisive, like Jarno. Paranoid and nostalgic, like Kiro…. Monsters, like Cartagia. We are not fit to rule any longer. I…. all I wished to do was show the Court that. I would turn all their games upon themselves…. bind them into corners…. and all the while…. the rest of the Republic would work on…. alone, and content. They would have peace…. and eventually…. even freedom.

"I tried…. Londo. I…. I caused a lot of pain, and a great…. many deaths. I set Valo off on his course, I'm sorry — but I had nothing to do with Cartagia…. or with Marrago's betrayal. I had no idea the Narns would attack so fast. I…. I thought they would be more cautious. I…. I'm sorry…. Londo. I….

"I…. I can't…. keep…. awake."

Londo stood back, silent in horror. "No one will know," he said at last. "No one will know, my friend. I…. I'll finish your work. I'll reform our Republic. I'll make it mean something. I'll make it all mean something. For all of us. Malachi…. Malachi!"

There was a gentle pressure on his arm and he turned, blinking past his tears, to see Marrago standing there. "He will not wake up again, Majesty. He took a fatal dose. He…. he knew what he was doing."

"He was my friend, Marrago! Whatever he did, he was my friend!"

"I…. I did not hear his last words, Majesty," Marrago said, lying smoothly. "I am sure he will be remembered with all the honour and glory he deserves."