Chapter 9
Long Live the King
Finkle stared into a spherical ball of misty substance that hovered in the air in his upper room. It displayed an image of the king on his bed, laboring with his last breath. "Oh – what a pity," he sighed, but that sigh dripped with insincerity since he really did not give a hoot about the king nor his plight. He summoned the Eye of Destiny by rapping on the wall. "The king lies on his deathbed. Turn your gaze on Coventry and let them see what their hearts desire. After all," he conceded with an obviously hypocritical acknowledgment, "he did send us this last bequest."
Knygel had become exasperated with his father when he and his mother had been unable to convince the old monarch that he was being treacherously used. The rain and prosperity that had been pro
