CHAPTER 7THE TALE OF KELLORY
After a moment of astonished silence, the voice of Phazdaliom made reply. Suave irony rang in the muted accents of his calm voice as he spake.
“Intellectual curiosity is ever to be encouraged, especially when found among the benighted savages of Barbaria,” the Green Enchanter observed. “However, in all candor, I suspect the presence of a deeper motive behind your cunning and cautious trespass in the borders of my demesne than that of the thirst for knowledge.”
Kellory shook his head stubbornly, wild locks flying.
“You are said to be the greatest sorcerer on all this world of Zephrondus,” the boy said, “and I would learn from you the arts of magic!”
“Why?” demanded Phazdaliom, with a bluntness unusual for him.
The boy took a deep breath, marshalling his th
