Chapter ElevenThe next morning Garth awoke at the first light of dawn. He had been given a room in the east end of the mansion, and sunlight seeped through the curtained windows, though the sky was still mostly dark, making patches of gold on the yellow walls.
He was in a comfortable bed and had eaten well as the Baron’s dinner guest the night before, but he was not happy. He had had bad dreams again, and furthermore, he did not really like the bargain he had struck with the Baron. He would almost certainly have to hand over the basilisk, and it would be a considerable nuisance recapturing it should the Forgotten King insist he do so.
He rose and dressed. Scarcely had he donned his armor—he had no other garments with him, and the mansion staff had nothing available large enough for his u
