“I wish you would travel with us,” she said, not for the first time. “The gods dwells in you, Vortka. You live in its eye.”
“Leo, I cannot,” he refused, not for the first time. “My place is in Fiona, working for the gods. You will have Zandakar, he is all you will need.”
Aieee, he was right. But the gods see her, she would miss her high Tragot, she was used to his company. He was a man, that was not his fault. He was a better man than any other, save her son. “You will come to the warhost sometimes ,” she commanded. “You must see the new lands we have cleansed of demons for the gods.”
He smiled, looking older, though in truth he was not old. “Yes. Sometimes. But not very often.”
“Tcha!” she said, and looked down her nose. “I am the Empress, you will come when I call!”
Before he could
