“It pleased the Dark King to take the Light’s greatest fighter and turn him into a lapdog,” said Gauthier. “His people never knew he was ensorcelled, only that he’d become the Dark’s lieutenant. They called him Anharion, the Betrayer. He kissed the Dark King’s lips, rode at the Dark King’s side, and slaughtered his own kind. They thought he did it of his own free will.” “You mean he didn’t choose to serve the Dark King?” Will’s heart was pounding strangely. “He was forced to do it? Under some kind of spell?”