Earlier that day, Zelos himself had his hands filled to overflowing. "No, set the flare candles up there!" he hollered to the men at the back of the stage which had been crafted for his show, "You, make sure those sparklers spin in opposite directions! Let me see those streamer cannons! Yeah, they look good. Where are my knives? Have they been sharpened? And the fruits? Where are the fruits I ordered? Yes, put the flare candles up on the top of the stage, on the corners so they can shoot out over the water. Hey, be careful! Those smoke bombs go off on contact, you know. You, bring the curtains--"
"Excuse me, sir," said a suave voice from behind him.
"Yeah, what--oh, Marcos. What now?"
"You realize that, apart from the soldiers, you will be one of the few people allowed to be armed in his majesty's presence? That comes at a great privilege, and as the king's foremost protector, I must make certain that everything here is safe."
Zelos sighed. This guy was a real stiff and it bugged him. "Look, Marcos, we've been over all these plans. What more is there now?"
"It's about the throwing knives. I--"
"What Marcos? What? You've seen my records, my resumes, the people I've performed for, you even dug into my family records, which I really don't appreciate."
"I understand, Master Ridlew," Marcos said smoothly, trying to make peace, "And it is not you that I question. But there will be other people on your stage?"
"Just some pretty ladies, eye candy you know? Helps distract for the illusions. Other than them, it's just me."
"And for your finale?"
"If you're so worried about it, than you can do it. You throw knives, right?"
"Well, I-I..." Marcos stammered, cleared his throat, and said, clearly, "Yes I do, but I'd rather not be involved."
"Do you trust anyone else?"
"There are a few, but I don't believe any throw knives."
"What about the king?"
"You can ask, but I have not known him to."
"Well, then, it'll... No, no, no, angle the water blasters, so they spray over the whole crowd! It'll have to be you, Marcos."
Marcos sighed, "Well, there is one or two of my men I can get to do it for you. Let me get one of them to throw for you. I can trust them to follow my orders, but I don't like to detach them from their duties."
"Well, that finale is one of my trademarks. No other entertainer can do it, I'll guarantee that. People love it. But if you want me to give the king less than my best show for his aniversary, then--"
"No, I'll," he nearly huffed in frustration, "I'll get someone to do it. Beyond that, about these ladies. I'll have a handful of the castle maids to help you, ones I know cannot handle knives."
"Make sure that they're drop-dead sexy, okay?" Zelos said with a smile.
"The more attractive they are, the better they distract, is that it?"
"What? Oh, uh, yeah, that's it. For distracting. Now if you will excuse me, I have to prepare."
"The show is at eight of the clock," Marcos reminded, "Be--"
"I know, I know," Zelos said, "I'll have it covered, I assure you."
Now that the party was about to begin, Zelos waited backstage in his best outfit. It was a nice affair, a ruffled shirt with a black, sleeveless overcoat. It had reddish-pink trimmings, carefully dyed to match his hair. He would wait for the party to start, mingle a little, get a little to eat, and meet some ladies. His "volunteers" were already in their costumes, waiting nervously. Zelos had done a regular rehearsal with them, but they were a lot more nervous than those that helped with his street shows.
Marcos, meanwhile, was patrolling the roofs. He was taking one last round of all of his "guards." He had decided that he would in fact be close to the king during the celebration, but he wanted his agents at key locations so that any fool-hearted attempt at an assassination would not disturb the celebration.
He was confident that nothing would happen. For all of his spy and agents, none had reported anything remotely plausible, although a careful watch had followed Conrad through his daily activities. He was not considered a threat, though, just a nuisance.
Other sources had mentioned sightings of some creature, a winged man, from the reports, near the kingdom. Normally, Marcos would write this down to drunken mutterings, but since it had come from two separate sources, he took a small note of it. If it were some sort of monster... but it was probably nonsense.