Chapter 88
“A pallet, a candle, a pishpot and a blanket,” said Brikin, opening one cell’s door and standing aside. The room was grey, stone-built and small, three paces by three, a thin slit in the stonework its excuse for a window. “For as long as you remain in the Kinghouse this is your place.” Diablo nodded. “Do you know how long that will be, novice-master?” “No,” said Brikin. “Nagarak will decide your fate after his return. While he is away you will serve in the library. Go there after newsun sacrifice.” “Yes, novice-master.” He hesitated. “Must I stay in my cell now, or am I permitted some time for contemplation in the shrine garden?” Brikin looked at him, something approaching affection in his eyes. “You were always a dutiful novice, I know you love the King. If you feel the need to pray i
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