Chapter fourteenThe bodyguards took C’Chermina and Yando into their midst and led them out in a hurry. Some of those assembled fled. M’Marmor took Ortyg’s arm. Both men were in a state of high excitement and fear.
“Not that way Prince. Here come the Slacamen.”
Ortyg tore out one of his swords. “So?”
“This way!” The newly appointed supreme advisor rushed directly to the secret door — and so to me.
That was convenient, very obliging of him, by Krun!
I opened the door and stepped through. The three of us were alone in the room. They remained rooted to the spot, staring at me.
I decided not to draw a weapon.
“M’Marmor, you may go!” I said calmly and rationally. “Ortyg, you’re coming with me!”
That provoked a laugh from him. The sound was more like a cackle. In this tense atmosphere, th
