“Greycoast,” Joachim breathed. Ordinarily, Joachim wouldn’t allow himself to appear stressed in front of his councillors and ministers, but helping the king deal with his troubles was, quite literally, in the Lord Spiritual’s job description. Joachim snorted. “Don’t suppose you could ask the All-Maker for a miracle, could you?” he said jokingly. The Lord Spiritual frowned slightly at his casual blasphemy but his smile quickly returned, deciding to deal with that matter at his next penitence.