We started down the corridor. At his own apartments he paused to send a servant to the Council Chamber with word that he would soon appear. We had gone but a short distance beyond, when we met Christopher.
“Is all well?” asked the king.
“Yes, Sire.”
“Are Lentala and Gato coming?”
“No, Sire.”
“Why not?”
“He’s in the dungeon, Sire.”
“In the dungeon! Locked up?”
“Yes, Sire.”
“Who put him there?”