“…. Hail the King Ealdakin of Magnus for the provisions we receive, for making us the happiest citizens, for harboring us from harm, and for loving and nurturing us like a family…”
For a moment, Mark hesitated.
His eyes caught the entryway of the chamber. Maybe he could slip away unseen.
But what about the others?
“Praise the King Ealdakin of Magnus…”
He turned to Andrew. His last hope.
Their eyes met and Mark held his intense gaze.