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by a pair of ragged and dirty men. The taller was a fighter by his dress: old,
battered leather armor and a dented helm, a bastard-sword slung over his back,
and two long dirks, one at each hip. His companion was a bandy-legged fellow;
with a surprisingly childlike expression of delight at the new sights around
him, and an appealing grin, although he could be described as nothing so much
as homely.

They came to the head of the table and both bowed, the warrior stiffly and
self-consciously, the shorter man in a haphazard, absentminded fashion.

Arutha stood and said, "Welcome."

Nakor kept looking at every detail of the room, lost in thought, so after a
long moment Ghuda said, "Sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but he"—he
jerked a thumb at Nakor— "insisted." His speech was accented, and he spoke
slowly.

Arutha said, "That's all right."

Nakor at last turned his attention to Arutha and studied him a moment before
he said, "Your son Borric doesn't look like you."

Arutha's eyes widened in amazement at the direct statement and lack of an
honorific, but he nodded. Then the Isalani regarded the Princess and he again
grinned, a wide slash of crooked teeth that made him look even more comical
than before. He said, "You are his mother, though. He looks like you. You are
very pretty, Princess."

Anita laughed, and glanced at her husband, then said, "Thank you, sir."

With a wave of his hand, he said, "Call me Nakor. I was once Nakor die Blue
Rider, but my horse died." He glanced around the room, fixing his gaze on
Nicholas. His face lost its grin as he studied the boy. He stared at Nicholas
to the point of awkwardness, then grinned again. "This one looks like you!"

Arutha was at a loss for words, but at last managed to say,

20 Raymond E. Feist

"May I ask what brings you here? You are welcome, for you did a great service
to my son and the Kingdom, but ... it's been

nine years."

Ghuda said, "I wish I could tell you, Sire. I've been traveling with this
lunatic for over a month, and the best I can get from him is that we need to
come here and see you, then leave on another journey." Nakor was off in his
own world again, seemingly entranced by the glitter of the chandeliers and the
dancing lights reflecting off the large glass window behind the Prince's
chair. Ghuda endured another moment of painful silence, and said, "I'm sorry,