Chapter fivePrincess Nandisha’s cadade would have carried out a ruthless enquiry. Ranaj was spared that chore. The two men of his guard he suspected of treachery — the one who was late and the other who was unwell — had been among our unfortunate fellows slain by the kidnappers.
“They have no feelings for those they buy,” he commented.
The general opinion was that this two-pronged onslaught was not the work of the Hyr Kov Khonstanton, Khon the Mak, but rather that of Prince Ortyg.
“It’s that slimy little creature’s style,” said Nandisha. She panted and her hair was ruffled and wild. She had not fully recovered, half out of her wits with fear for her missing son. No trace of him had been found at The Clipped Rhok. The City Watch had been informed but no one expected a result from them. W
