‘I’ll look after you,’ Tahir had said. ‘We’re two of a kind, you and me–the last of our kind. Me, the last of the Gadrai; you the last of your line. But things will be different from now on. You’re hunted–Jael knows we escaped Dun Kellen and he wants you dead. You’re the rightful heir to Isiltir, and Jael wants that crown–so you mustn’t be found…’
