Chapter eight
“And so the Princess Majestrix went alone?”My private rooms, my inner sanctum, were smothered in dust. Dust and decay harbored here. I smashed the rapier flat against a chair and the dust flew. Sitting, I stared at Panshi, who had followed me here. All others I had waved away.
“Fetch me food and drink, Panshi. Send for it. You must tell me all that has passed.”
“Yes, master.”
A Fristle fifi I did not know scurried in with refreshment, looking frightened. When she had gone I said: “You said Prince Zeg?”
“Yes, Prince. He is no longer Prince Segnik.” Then Panshi revealed he was still the same old retainer, for he added in a more sprightly voice: “He said he would not have the nikadded to his name any longer, and he fought Prince Vanden, whose father visited here, and gave t
