Chapter six
Gadak the Renegade rides north“Such plans the king has!” said Gafard, guiding his sectrix past a broken tree stump in the forest trail. “Such plans, Gadak, as gods must surely dream!”
I wasn’t fool enough to point out that the king was no god.
“You may rest assured, gernu, that I will do all I can to help the king.” I looked at him as he rode, a tall, strong, robust man with that iron profile eager and aimed always for the heights. I decided to take a chance. “I think, gernu, all I can for the king — after you.”
He turned his head to regard me. His Zairian face glowered. Then the sheer infectious bubbling of his good spirits broke down that overlaid Grodnim severity. “Aye, Gadak — I know what you mean, and I joy in it, for that is why I chose you. But, for all our good and
