Chapter SevenAfter a long, wary moment, Garth finally admitted to himself that he could do nothing more immediately. He sheathed his sword, flexed the bruised knuckles of his right hand, and sat down again.
The apparition’s words rankled, particularly the remarks about leaving Kyrith’s corpse untended. One didn’t bring a cadaver into a taproom, however, and he had hoped that the Forgotten King might resurrect her; that had seemed more important than providing the body with an appropriate rest.
He glanced at the Forgotten King. The old man wasn’t going anywhere; Garth could come back here later if he decided he had to speak with him further. Without any more conversation, he rose and marched out the door. The King said nothing and made no move to stop him.
A crowd had gathered in the mar
