I recognise that look, Majesty, thought Bellamus. I am not another servant of yours to be brushed aside. This king’s affable manner, his indulgent tone and his soft appearance disguised a monster. Very few people were of true value to him, and certainly not a foreign upstart. Bellamus had to make himself valuable, at least enough to give the king pause to remember the words that Bellamus hoped Aramilla had planted in his ear. Osbert was still frozen, his eyebrows raised. “They are coming south, Majesty.” Bellamus kept his voice low. “I heard the Anakim king swear it with my own ears.” Colour
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