As he straightened, Tarkyn frowned at him. “Put your shield back up,” he snapped.
“Certainly, Sire.” Harkell waved his hand and reinstated his shield.
Tarkyn just stood staring at him.
After a couple of minutes, Harkell’s shield began to waver.
“Keep it up,” said Tarkyn shortly.
“Yes, Your Highness.” Signs of strain began to show on Harkell’s face.
Still Tarkyn waited. The purple shield wavered and went out as Harkell slumped to the ground.
“Hmph,” grunted Tarkyn. He turned to Danton. “What do you think? Faking it?”
Danton shook his head uncertainly. “No. I don’t think so.”
“Hmph,” said Tarkyn again. “All that proves is that he lied about being able to keep his shield up indefinitely.” He nodded to a few woodfolk who were standing by with hemp to bind Harkell’s hands as Tarkyn dro
