The following morning Calkin and Renneth arrive with news. The various guards of the Chamber have been dried out, and they have described their trainer — a large man with a prosthetic boatman’s gaff for a left hand. Armed with that knowledge, Abbron returns to the surface. It doesn’t take long for him to suss out that this refers to a man named Carrach in Kilnbank who owns his own lumber business. He returns below and delivers the information to Honora and Baden. Bralta returns a couple of hours later. She explains she’s learned that Chandrevan frequents most of the taverns in Bastion Ward, particularly the Sovereign Remedy, but that he has occasional private meetings in the Counselor (and with no women in attendance).
The four choose Carrach as their next target. They catch him that evening as he and a pair of his thugs are walking through the storage yards from his business to the Fishing Cat tavern, and invite him to surrender quietly. He doesn’t, but his resistance avails him little.
Carrach doesn’t withstand interrogation long. He seems very afraid of Chandrevan, but also aware that he doesn’t have much of a future if he doesn’t talk. He reveals that the Herald of Wheels is a man named Geldrich, and his King is Cyr Talath of Bastion Ward. Talath has been acting peculiar of late as well; he participated little in the last revel, and has been oddly withdrawn. The group sends Carrach and his two men to the Valysans as well.
They decide to move quickly on Cyr Talath. If he shows signs of a possible troubled conscience, he may be turned. They visit his home that evening. Talath receives them with poise and gravity, and Honora begins by presenting the roll of arms and explaining the entire story. When they get to the Chamber of Embers, she and Baden explain they know he’s the King of Wheels, and that they have to end the Chamber. Cyr Talath gradually bends under their arguments, and after a brief interruption from his wife (whom he orders out of the room), he explains further.
Chandrevan is apparently an “advocate,” pacted with the devil Castarasax and able to broker pacts for other members of the Chamber. He mentions the other Kings by name — “Abberlay signed for knowledge, Magnarich for contentment” — and explains he made a pact for solace. Chandrevan has gained power, and has burned a man down to the bones before. If the group thinks they can kill Chandrevan, he’ll have his guards keep away long enough for them to get the job done. Honora agrees, and tells Talath to go to the Valysans, where later they can discuss redemption.
They let themselves into Chandrevan’s house with a key provided by Cyr Talath. The four move quickly into a salon where four large paintings of the Queens hang on one wall. There a servant girl questions them in a frightened voice. When they move to bypass her, she flees upstairs and shouts out a word — and the Queens step out of their frames. Their flesh runs like paint, configuring into strange new patterns — a webbed and taloned hand like a courtesan’s fan here, satyrish legs there, snakes uncoiling from one woman’s abdomen — and they move to drive out the intruders. A hurricane tears through the salon at Abbron’s command, and though their devilish gifts are strong, the Queens can only wound the heroes before they fall, the paint running from their bodies to reveal the corpses of aged women. Baden has time to notice that the torn canvas in the paintings conceals mirrors before Chandrevan himself appears at the top of the stairs.
Chandrevan offers to negotiate, explaining that he’s a merchant and broker who could arrange similar things for the heroes. When Abbron notes that Chandrevan’s a murderer, he points out the bodies of the Queens, stressing that they were women, not devils. The libertine argues passionately for his cause, but the four are resolute against him. Abbron hurls lightning at Chandrevan, but the King of Torches vanishes in a puff of flame. From elsewhere upstairs he speaks a single word — Zegriirgez. The mirrors in the room flare, and reality refracts.
The group finds themselves in a large room with several mirrors set up, somewhere under the Broken City by the look of the stonework. Chandrevan and two servants, a man and a woman, step from the mirrors. The servants melt away into devilish forms, and the battle with the King of Torches begins in earnest.
The incubus is first to strike, melting into an aetheric form and possessing Honora. The succubus attempts to enslave Abbron as well, but is less successful. Chandrevan moves from mirror to mirror during the fight, speaking words of flame that sear the heroes and invoking searing brands that compel obedience. The small wounds he takes heal quickly, testament to his alleged immortality. Bralta nearly falls before Honora throws off the incubus’ influence and restores her with the power of her Valysan blessings.
The four go after their enemies with careful precision. The succubus is first to collapse, carved by sacred axe blades and hurled by gale winds into a column, broken apart. The incubus perishes soon after, much of his pseudoflesh seared away by lightning before Baden finishes him. Then the hunt for Chandrevan begins. Though the libertine is able to injure Baden and compel Abbron, the wounds he suffers from Honora’s blessed axe don’t seem to heal as quickly. Then his ability to stay one step ahead by stepping through mirrors takes a serious hit when Honora smashes the first one. Bralta destroys another mirror to cut off his escape route, and then Chandrevan is pinned in a corner. It’s there that he dies, his hand over the handprint on his chest, as Baden strikes a killing blow with the sacred Amaelite axe. “Too soon,” gasps the King of Torches, his broken body still impossibly moving — and then his eyes implode in puffs of flame, and he is gone.