be no gain without risk.” Gain? “You wish to be Mijak’s one high Kingd?” he asked, shocked. Nagarak turned away. “I wish the King’s true voice to be heard in Mijak. I wish for an end to untrue high Kingds.” “You think you are true and your brothers are false?” Still Nagarak would not look at him. “I think there is a reason why Et-Leo stays green and fat, while the rest of Mijak turns dirt brown and thin.” He is ambitious. I never knew it . “Nagarak, if you must face the King’s scorpions, then so be it. As I weep for my sin against the King I will pray that it knows you are its true Kingd.” He swallowed. “When will that be, Nagarak? When do I weep?” Nagarak turned back to him, a hint of warmth in his merciless face. “Leo warlord, it is known there is nothing gained by delaying a thing

