Chapter 89: Defeat, Part 3

Mouth pinched now, the sergeant turned to Cemal. "You are?"

"I'm the only white one in the group, but you're not sure of me?" Cemal asked with a laugh. "La la la. I am Cemal, Shield of the Holy Order of the Great Dragon. Address me as such."

"Where is the mind mage?" the sergeant demanded, sounding so put out Sule expected him to stamp his foot. "Where is—" he paused to glance down at the piece of paper clutched in his hand. Sloppy, very sloppy. Sule would have cuffed him and later reprimanded him until his ears rang. "Where is King's Jester Mahzan Tufiri?" He frowned at the peculiar surname, but like Cemal, Mahzan had probably never been given a surname.

It was the name of an orphanage I was at for some years, Mahzan replied. The least awful of them. I almost didn't hate it.

Do you have us locked up tight? Binhadi asked. If they read any of our thoughts, or can use our thoughts to find you—