March 16th, 2011

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The Prince’s Boy: 86

86: Jorin

I had never heard Sergetten scream before, but I knew even before Seroi’s sorcerous voice began to speak that it was Sergetten whose agony we heard echo through the valley.

It sounded as if he were being flayed alive. Or worse. I could not even imagine what would cause my implacable former master to break in such a way.

Putting my hands over my ears did nothing to block the magically loudened voices. So. Seroi wanted to trade the king and Sergetten for Kenet and me.

“He is insane if he thinks I would put you into his hands!” I growled, as the voice faded away.

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