“And she will relish every moment.” Garias turned in a rare moment of surprise. Had it been anybody else, he would have ordered them thrown from the window, but he knew that Armen shared his view to the point of zeal. His advisor and the false Witch Finder, Armen would forever have the look of a chained maniac, with his bulging eyes and grimacing smile.
“I have a task for you.”
“You have but to name it, master.” Armen did not bow, would not bow to every statement. Unlike the fawning wizards who believed themselves to be paramount to his plans, Armen undertook every task with the same dedication, the same thoroughness that had brought him to the attention of Garias in the first place. A common slave, he showed initiative and prospects beyond his station when dealing with rivals. It had be
