King Dathen sat astride his mount. It had been a gift from his mage, Carmus, and now, as he looked down at the white charger, he appreciated its excellent lines.
"I must say I'm liking this horse," he said, trying to sound calm.
"It is a fine beast," said the mage. "Imported from the far lands of Ilea."
"It must have cost a fortune, Carmus."
"It was somewhat expensive, Sire, but only the best will do for one such as yourself."
"You flatter me," said the king, suddenly overcome with the sentiment. "When this is over, I shall make you the king's personal mage."
"The Magisterium Primus?" said the mage. "I am overwhelmed, Sire. There has not been a Primus in the Clans for centuries."
"You deserve it, my friend. Now tell me, how are our plans unfolding?"
"Excellently, Your Majesty. We h
