The Prophet was grinning. “You seem to be mistaken,” he said. “I’m not asking you to go. My priests are taking you there. Your will in this matter is pointless.”
Aramis felt his stomach churn. He considered the fact that it might be easier to escape while out in the open. That was a small light at the end of the tunnel, he supposed. He still didn’t like the fact that the Prophet thought he would do whatever the man ordered.
Time to play along.
“How am I to get something if I don’t even know what it is?” he asked.
“You will find out when you get there. The item is guarded by a powerful sorcerer. The sorcerer will know what the item is.”
“And he is just going to give it to me?”
“Of course not,” the Prophet answered. “You have to earn it. I only have so much of the details, but you have
