He will be mine, he will belong to the King. He will serve the King’s purpose in this world.
Nagarak said, “The King has spoken. It sees Hekat in its eye. She will go to the palace with the warlord, she will give him a son, for the King and for Mijak.”
He sounded breathless. Subdued. His eyes were empty. His Kingbells were silent.
“Come, Hekat,” said Leo, and they left Nagarak behind.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Much, much later, in the coldest darkness of the night, Hekat woke in the palace, curled up beside Leo in his bed. Hidden in the King’s eye she dressed in her tunic and left him sleeping, gliding out of the palace to make her way back to the Kinghouse, and Diablo.
He slept in the novice-quarters, where she had never been. The King guided her footsteps, she knew where to walk. Kingds
