"Granted." Sin sounded pleased at Margaret's devotion to the Faith. "This idiot creature could not possibly be El-ve-don. But have your slaves take it out of my sight. It sickens me."
Eldon heard the girl he had once loved give an order, felt himself lifted and carried. A few minutes later, still feigning semiconsciousness, he was deposited on a soft bed.
"What do you want with this thing?" It was the big man Sin had addressed as Wor, and he sounded suspicious.
Margaret answered calmly. "As an unexpected aid to our plans."
"How?"
"Victor hates me since I chose you. Now Sin has taken a fancy to him. She will use him against us—if she suspects. And we both know Sin is dangerously clever. But I hope we can use this one—against Sin through Victor."
"But can you be sure—?"
"This one will do whatever I say." Margaret laughed confidently. "But remember, Wor dearest, for a while Eldon must be my only love. Now leave me alone with him."
The big man muttered an oath.
"Jealous? Don't be stupid, Wor. This should be a real surprise for Sin."