Mark stared openmouthed at the evil lord, who threw his head back and laughed nastily.
John stopped laughing. He snapped his eyes to Jennifer.
“The treasure room, my lord,” she reminded him.
“Aye, love,” he muttered with a nod. “I forget myself.” Looking askance at Mark, he barked, “Enough talking, descendant of Ealdakin! We’ve wasted too much time. Now show me the treasure room!”