A plump, trousered man a little older than Jorianaddressed him. The king waddled over to a window, where to Borai he pointed out various things below, talking animatedly. No offense to Messires Karadur and Jorian, but it were risky to entrust yourself to the car without a bodyguard. Your Majesty said one of the gentlemen-a tall, thin man with a pointed gray beard. When I see thee cozening an innocent young foreigner. ![]() Soliciting a new member already, eh, Vegh? said the tall, thin grandee with the pointed gray beard. The squad of guardsmen clattered up the stairs, keeping pace with the lift. He jerked his cords, and the lift rose, groaning. Like the tower, Saghol, the ground-floor lift attendant, had been cleaned up for the occasion. Pray explain this to me, good Master Jorian. We have not been up here in years, heh, heh, said King Ishbahar, raising his voice to be heard above the clatter and splashing. You, too, Master Jorian, to answer technical questions. It were inconsiderate to ask one of your years to climb thirty flights, so you shall ride with us. Naturally, he would prefer to enlist you in his-Īye, sire? replied the most glittering soldier of all, a strikingly handsome man as tall as Jorian. This is Lord Amazluek, stasiarch of the Kilts. Pick strong men with sound hearts We would not have them collapse halfway up, heh heh. ![]() ![]() Detail a squad of the guard to ascend the tower by the stairs, keeping on a level with us as the lift bears us aloft.
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