Ketha said, “That is right, the new king sleeps just on the other side of the door over there.”
Gwenn asked, “Who is it, Ketha? Who is the new king?”
Ketha chortled. “Why don’t you go and see for yourself?”
Holding her breath, Gwenn opened the door into the bedroom and crept across the floor, with a line of raiders trailing behind her. A blanket-shrouded figure snored on the bed against the far wall. Moving with utmost caution, she made her way to the outer door of the room. She had just groped for the handle when the last raider to leave the dressing room tripped over a book carelessly left lying on the floor, and banged into the wall.
The occupant of the bed sat up, saying, “Father, is that you?” in a cracked voice.
Gwenn crossed the floor, and covered his mouth before he could call
