"How do you know?"
Emyr signaled to Ponso to turn away from the island. The wind was being chilly but, fortunately, the butler was wearing a black thick coat.
"She called me. While I was eating those delicious sausages, she called my name, 'Zovern!' That voice!" Zovern was talking to no one because his look was faraway.
"You know the queen?"
"No. Only her voice. I heard it somewhere..."
"Are you ready to go?" Emyr wanted to know. If Zovern was not prepared, his plans would go awry.
Zovern scratched his head. "If I won't go, she wouldn't leave me in peace..."
"You're lying, Zovern. You knew the queen!" Emyr accused sternly. "Tell the truth!"
"Okay, okay! I knew her but... I'm scared about her!" Zovern folded his huge frame into a ball and huddled into the corner of the rubber boat.
