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INVISIBLE CASTLE. Kasha entered the throne room. Already waiting in the room was her messenger, Argzbar. “Greetings, O evil One,” he bowed to her the moment she set foot into the room, and then he straightened and his gaze fell fully on her. “I see Zelum delivered the message perfectly to you as he was told,” he referred to the bird on her shoulder. The crow cawed, happy at the praise. “What is this that I hear, Argzbar, my nephew is on his way to Nezmae?” she queried, the news Zelum had just told her. “Yes, O wicked One,” he dipped in a slight bow. “I saw him with my own eyes dressed in a servants clothes, galloping the highways of Edessa.” “How then were you able to know it is the prince, you haven’t met him before?” her gaze was questioning, in its usual coldness. “The poster,” he