““«At last I found you,» began the boy, bowing simultaneously mocking and respectful. Hurrichein snorted, planting his large eyes upon him. «Why this reverence, Prince? A little while ago you've pointed your sword at my throat,» she teased him. Galadir smiled, trying to restrain himself. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but his father had one last card to play. «The citizens of Thera are preparing a feast with dancing and food to celebrate the rescue of the Princess. My father would appreciate your presence.» «Your father or you, Prince Galadir?»””
