Chapter 93
You have been a blessing, the King see you in its eye.” She nodded. “It already sees you, Diablo. I know many strong men who would not have survived such a fever.” “I know,” he said soberly, and repressed a shudder. Never to see Hekat again, or beautiful Zandakar. It was a terrible prospect. He knew his life belonged to the King, to keep or take as suited its purpose, but even so . . . Is it sinful to want to live, King? To want to see my son grow into a strong, proud man? I cannot think so, you must tell me if I am wrong. The King did not correct him. He smiled again, Sidik thought he smiled at her. She patted his rough-stubbled head and left him to rest and drink his invalid’s broth. If I am to take gentle exercise each highsun, perhaps I might wander through Leo’s barracks. That is
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