By Robert Adams
A mad king slain, a realm to reclaim. The excessive King Zastros and his evil witch queen had ultimately met their fit while they might challenged Milo Morai and his Confederation military to conflict. but with the risk of Zastros destroyed, the Confederation confronted a nonetheless higher challenge--for in his mad crusade, Zastros had tired the very lifeblood from his country of Southern Ehleenoee. in basic terms chaos now reigned there, as bandits, killers, and bands of renegade warriors roved the land, slaughtering all who hostile them. Milo had pledged to convey peace again to this devastated realm. yet may his former enemies, now turn into allies, be relied on to reside by means of Confederation legislation of their stricken lands? Or did traitors wait to betray Milo's warriors to a poor doom?
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I am come here for precisely that purpose and, I am given to understand, at your expressed request. I am Rikos Laskos, summoned fromIronMountain by my patron,Thoheeks Sitheeros. I arrived while still you were out on campaign. "This is your personal elephant, then, the cow called Sunshine? Yes. Fine. " In the cluttered tack room where Gil maintained a sometime office, Laskos seated himself upon a folded barding, such as was draped over war-elephants before mail and plate armor was attached. He flexed a leg, clasped his hands on the knee and leaned back.
As he stood and hitched his light dress sword around to make for easier walking, he admonished, "But, son Klaios, you'll be wise to keep some sturdy, faithful bodyguards by you and the Lady Ahmahleea and the children at all times, hire a food-taster or two as well, and make constant use of their services. Hahkmukos is a coward—he would not fight anyone breast to breast, not if that opponent was armed—but he is highly dangerous, I feel, nonetheless. " asked Klaios, looking a bit worried. Thethoheeks chuckled and shook his head again.
He put the aging warrior much in mind of his own sons, all dead in the long-lasting disturbances which had rent and racked the lands during the two decades now past. " "Yes, my lord," replied the officer. " Before he questioned the next officer, Captain Sub-chief Rahb Vawn, he told the city-lord, "Lord Komees, the officer with the unusual armor there is a Horseclans-man from Kehnooryos Ehlahs. " The short, slender, reddish-blond man shook his head. "Not once, Chief Grahvos; all that he told you and us before was the plain, simple truth.