“You don’t need to know,” he replied. He took a sip of his drink and grimaced down at it before setting it aside.
“Andalaat has you running about again then.”
“His Majesty…”
“His Majesty King Andalaat Eron Gwyin, King of the Dominion, Wielder of the Gray Magics, and Seeker of Rights. That Andalaat, yes.”
“His Majesty,” Ailfrans began again, “has plans that need seeing to, and he doesn"t care much to allow many to know what they are.”
“Business with a child bearing eyes like that?” Lana could still see Azure sitting in the hall. The girl picked at the bench she was seated on, pulling the stuffing out of a cut in the leather covering.
“Again, you don’t need to know.”
“Be that way then. We all have our secrets don’t we.” Lana pulled on the red gem at her hip, finding the Gate of Stori
