“Lord, I also ask—what is your will?”
The dark robe rippled as the creature seemed to kneel.
“It is well.” Carse crossed his hands over the hilt of the sword, dimming the lustre of the jewel.
“The fleet of the Sea Kings stands in to attack soon. I would have my ancient weapons brought to me that I may crush the enemies of Sark and Caer Dhu, who are also my enemies.”
A great hope sprang into Garach’s eyes. It was obvious that fear gnawed his vitals—fear of many things, Carse thought, but just now, above all, fear of the Sea Kings. He glanced aside to Hishah and the cowled creature said:
“Lord, your weapons have been taken to Caer Dhu.”
The Earthman’s heart sank. Then he remembered Rold of Khondor, and how they must have broken him to get the secret of the Tomb and a blind rage came over him.
The snarl of fury in his voice was not feigned, only the sense of his words.
“You dared to tamper with the power of Rhiannon?” He advanced toward the Dhuvian. “Can it be that the pupil now hopes to outrival the master?”
“No, Lord.” The veiled head bowed. “We have but kept your weapons safe for you.”