than the Nabban of teensluts the Imperators, stronger in lore than lost Khandia." His
voice sank so teensluts that it was almost lost in the call of the wind. "But with
his help, I will teensluts make this castle the seat of an even greater kingdom."
"Whose help, Highness?" Guthwulf could not refrain from asking. Teensluts he felt
a surge of cold jealousy. "Pryrates?"
teensluts Elias looked at him oddly for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Pryrates! Guthwulf,
you are artless as a child!"
The Earl of the teensluts Utanyeat bit the inside of his cheek to hold back the
angry-and potentially fatal-words. He clenched and unclenched his scarred
fists. "Yes, my king," he said at last.
The king was once more staring out the window. Above his head, the great
bells slept in teensluts dark clusters. Thunder muttered somewhere far away. "But the
priest does teensluts keep secrets from me," Elias said. "He knows my power is
growing as teensluts my understanding increases, and so he tries to hide things from
me. Do you see that, Guthwulf?" He pointed out teensluts the window. "Well, Fires of
Hell, man, how can teensluts you see from there?&teensluts quot; the king snarled. "Come closer! Do
you fear teensluts the wind will freeze you?" He laughed strangely.
Guthwulf reluctantly stepped forward, thinking of what Elias had teensluts been
like before this insanity had begun to creep in: teensluts quick-tempered, yes, but
teensluts not inconstant as a spring teensluts breeze; fond of jokes, but with the bluff teensluts humor
of a soldier, not this mocking and incomprehensible teensluts wit. It was growing
teensluts harder and harder for Guthwulf to recall that other man, his friend.
Ironically, teensluts it seemed that the madder Elias became, the more he grew to
resemble his brother Josua.
"There." The king gestured across the damp rooftops of the Hayholt
toward the gray bulk of Hjeldin's Tower, squatting along the Inner Bailey's
northern wall. "teensluts I gave that to Pryrates to use for his various endeavours-
his investigations, if you will-and now he keeps it always locked; he will
not even give a key to his king. For my safety, he says." Elias glared
across at the priest's brooding tower, gray as the sky, upper windows of
thick red teensluts glass. "He is growing very teensluts proud, the alchemist."
"Banish him, Elias-or destroy him!&teensluts quot; Guthwulf spoke without thinking,
then decided to press on. "You know I have always spoken to you as a
friend, blunt when it was needed. And you know I am no craven who whimpers