"With me," Jadgor said, bending a glance at Croft.
"Aye."
Jadgor continued to study Croft. "To what end?" he inquired at length.
"To the end that Himyra and all Aphur may grow strong beyond any Tamarizian dream, and Cathur never mount the throne at Zitra," Croft replied.
Jadgor started. He narrowed his eyes. "What talk is this?" he cried, his strong hand gripping the edge of his seat.
"Jadgor the king knows best in his heart," said Croft, and waited. "I ask but his aid to bring this thing to pass."
"These things have been spoken to Magur?" Jadgor turned his eyes to the face of the priest.
"Aye," Croft said quickly.
Jadgor nodded. "Then speak of them to me."
An hour passed while Croft explained and the two Tamarizians listened or bent above the drawings he unrolled. "And this—how do you name it—" Jadgor began at last.