Chapter 71
“He will not smite me, Hano. Never again.” “He is the high Kingd!” said Hano, disbelieving. “He was born for smiting!” Leo rested his hand on Hanochek’s shoulder. “And I am the warlord. I am in the King’s eye. I tell you truly, he will not smite me.” Hano sighed, conflicted and anxious. “You are different, Leo. You have returned from the Kinghouse a changed man.” Was he so fearful before? So unsure of his power? Perhaps I was. Perhaps the deaths of all those sons shrank me, diminished me, made me small. But I am brave now. I will be Mijak’s warlord, with Hekat in my bed . “I am not different. I am myself,” he told Hano. “Go now and fetch Nagarak.” “Yes, warlord,” said Hano, helpless, and obeyed. In keeping with the King’s decree that even the most revered Kingd must walk whenever po
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