Chapter Three“Where are we?” Frima asked.
“This,” Garth answered, “is the King’s Inn, where the Forgotten King may be found.”
“Does he own it? Is that why it’s called the King’s?”
“I don’t know; it doesn’t matter.”
“Are you really going to give me to him?” Her tone was wistful; Garth could not precisely identify the emotion, wistfulness being more or less alien to overmen, but he realized she was not pleased.
“Yes, I am; that is why I took you from the altar of Sai and brought you to Skelleth. I have no other use for you. It may well be that he will have no more need for you than I do, though, in which case you will most likely be free to go your way.”
“Oh.” That single syllable carried many mingled emotions; Garth was aware of none, and even Frima herself did not fully understand he
