“Have you spoken to the King's guards?” Nyssa asked. She knows they have to act soon.
“Not yet.” Gorandale felt at fault. He should have spoken to the guards about the plan and the actions to be taken. “But three of them are already on our side. I am yet to reveal the plan of action to them.”
“These little fragments of uncertainty are delaying the fruit of your ambition,” Nyssa said matter-of-factly.
“I am waiting for Thomb and his army of rebels to enter the capital.” Gorandale found an excuse to convince her of his mistake. “Nyssa, I am not in a hurry.”
But I am, Nyssa thought. “I waited long enough. Thomb would take at least a month to reach the capital unless he was stopped by the dwaithas and their warriors.”
“Before the rebel king arrives, the capital will be in chaos.” He pr
