They finish ending slavery in Godspring, except in one country whose paranoid King is convinced there'll be a slave revolt like the one in his northern province thirty years ago, and cannot be bribed, he has daeva now thank you very much. 

"Could airlift the slaves out," he says, when he gets home from a week of negotiating with a brick wall. "Or could depose him, it's not as if he is otherwise competent."

"Could get that fellow that one demon helped."

" - yeah. You know what, yeah, I think I will give him the means to pay as many daeva as he likes and ask him to please not kill anyone even though they deserve it, it will be valuable information about the merits of that approach and everyone he might murder has summoned. Sunset, can I -"

Door.

He is directed to the place where the former slaves live, and knocks.

Slave revolt leader is fixing dinner; one of his friends opens the door.

"Hi. I'd like to meet with Clerus, is there a way I can arrange that?"

"Would you like to stay for dinner or come back in an hour?"

"I'll stay if it's no imposition."

"It's fine, Alatess makes sure we all have plenty."

Dinner is soup and bread and corn cakes and little lamb medallions.

Birand and Thrazen both accepted compensation for their slaves and have none anymore, though they're dragging their feet on formal abolition. He reports this.

Clerus expresses the opinion that they're probably hiding some, maybe ones the government didn't know about or was incentivized to cover up.

Nod. "Want to go get them? I - didn't anticipate that in particular but that's broadly what I came here to ask you."

Clerus makes an eloquent face, perhaps best summarized as "you hypocrite".

"Yeah. Sorry. I could explain why I think it was better to wait until there was political stability and summoning coverage but - I wasn't bearing any of the costs. The point is, now we have the political stability and the summoning coverage and if there are any resources I can get you they're yours."

"You weren't anticipating that, so why are you here?"

"Lerex isn't letting us buy their slaves out, we tried, we're ready to just do whatever gets them out fastest at this point. I thought you might have advice. Or just want to do it yourself."

"Don't speak Lerexen."

"If that's the main barrier I can get you a translator."

"That and not knowing anybody local, but I can fix that."

"What do you need from us?"

"A babysitter for Alatess and I think we can take it from there."

He arranges a babysitter for Alatess and for a local to summon them a fairy for transit and translation.

His fairy has to take her wings off for stealth but they disappear into the underground of the target country for two and a half weeks and then he turns up with conversational Lerexen, the king's head on a stick, a bastard prince to replace him, and half a million slaves who don't want to wait around to see how the bastard prince is at running things and want to leave right now please. Total non-king death toll is seventeen, all summoners who got between their slaves and not being slaves anymore in a way that unavoidably provoked violence when Alatess wasn't there to drug them (and one adverse drug reaction).

" - congratulations. Have you arranged to make sure people can't summon the King back, do they want to live in Arda with you or are you making arrangements elsewhere -"