her." The count continued: "—twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four . . . and, twenty-five."
"How many kids did he have, anyway?" asked Nappur.
Thicelt straightened up. "Seventeen in all, Forent, who survived their childhood diseases. He had several concubines, don't forget. Ten boys and six girls. The oldest boy"—his lips tightened with remembered distaste—"Prince Tenny that was, died at the siege of Preble." He pointed to the grisly pile on the tarpaulin. "All the rest of the boys are there. At least, the count's right. I didn't know all of them personally, so we'll have to double-check."
Demansk did some quick arithmetic. "And the other sixteen heads?" he
"How many kids did he have, anyway?" asked Nappur.
Thicelt straightened up. "Seventeen in all, Forent, who survived their childhood diseases. He had several concubines, don't forget. Ten boys and six girls. The oldest boy"—his lips tightened with remembered distaste—"Prince Tenny that was, died at the siege of Preble." He pointed to the grisly pile on the tarpaulin. "All the rest of the boys are there. At least, the count's right. I didn't know all of them personally, so we'll have to double-check."
Demansk did some quick arithmetic. "And the other sixteen heads?" he