"That's impossible!"
"We have had information from the Imperial City, Kieron. Freka is there," said Alys.
Kieron sank back on the pillows. Had he dreamed killing the Kalgan? No! It wasn't possible! He had driven the blade into his chest three times… driven it deep.
With an effort he rose from the bed. "Order my charger, Nevitta!"
"But sir!"
"Quickly, Nevitta! There is no time!"
Nevitta saluted reluctantly and withdrew.
"Help me with my harness, Alys," ordered Kieron forgetful of majesty.
"Kieron, you can't ride!"
"I have to ride, Alys. Listen to me. I drove a dagger into Freka three times. . and he has not died! One man can tell us why, and we must know. That man is