‘In my homeland they call you the Devil of the Aral,’ she said. ‘The Red Prince.’ ‘They do?’ I tried the words again, removing the surprise from my voice. ‘They do.’ A nod against my shoulder. ‘Sir Karlan survived the battle in which you fought, and escaped to the North. At court he told us how you battled without fear – like a madman, striking down man after man. Sir Gort among them.
