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‘And what reason did you have, Moroch?’ A grirunted ‘He’s a god’ Supposedly‘Why should he need your help?’

‘Because he says you will be too busy’

Brys thought back to his last conversation with Turudal Brizad… the end ofaway ‘I admit to some… scepticism, Moroch Nevath’

‘Set it aside for the moment, Brys I am here to ask your advice Assuod asks for your help? I suppose one must consider possiblethe request’

‘Yes’

‘Will doing as he asks be to the benefit of Lether?’

‘He says it will’

‘Where is he now?’

‘In the city, soees allowed in this uards reported’

‘Then, I would think, Moroth, that youthe king?’

‘I iod assumes that task will be mine’

‘We are almost equal, you and I, Brys’

‘I know’

‘You may believe that you are the better between us I believe otherwise’

‘The decision was not ours to make, Moroch’ Moroch studied him for a half-dozen heartbeats, then said, ‘I thank you for the advice, Finadd’

‘I hesitate to say it, Moroch Nevath, but the Errant be with you’

‘Not funny,’ the swordsman muttered as he strode away

Brys made his way into the do to study the layout once more The walls had been scrubbed, the dust on the floorabout, readying for the investiture Many glances were cast in the direction of the figure sleeping halfway down the corridor, curled up on the centre tile

Sighing, Brys approached Kuru Qan ‘Ceda’

The old man made a sound, then turned over so that his back was to Brys