The Seeress and the Stone 9
“The first rains have come to the north country, Your Majesty. It’s time.”
“Assemble the Tikierre and one hundred of your best men. We ride in a fortnight.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” The Commander bowed as he left the room.
Jarr’oshed clutched the dark blue crystal in his hand allowing the images of the Seeress to wash over him like strong ale.
“Soon you will be mine, Seeress. And when I have Ellinsha nothing will be hid from me.” His cold laugh echoed in the room.