The map covered one wall of what had been the main hall of the city’s old public library, built in Edwardian times with a splendor of gray-veined white marble and brass inlay. That and the easily adapted heating system were why he’d picked it as his city palace, back right after the Change, and he’d had workmen busy with it ever since.Then he turned on his heel and walked to the larger of the two thrones that stood on the new dais at the foot of the staircase; his left foot automatically knocked the scabbard of his longsword out of the way as he sat. This hall was the place he’d first unsheathed it in earnest nine years ago, and where he’d first spilled a man’s life with the steel. The chairs were massive gothic fantasies in jewels and precious metals, gold for his and silver for his consort’s; the materials had been salvaged from luxury stores and worked up by Society-trained artisans. The long stair behind them was black marble carved in vinework, rising to a landing and then splitting in two, curling up to the second story and the gallery that overlooked the throne room.Outside, day’s gray light was fading into blackness under clouded heavens, but the great room was brilliantly lit, by gasoline lanterns of silver fretwork hanging from the galleries around it, and by a huge chandelier salvaged from a magnate’s mansion in the center of the ceiling thirty feet above.
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