Hector- Manipulation 2

“You say I should let you live and go to Highcliff?”

“Hand me over as a gift alive rather than dead. I have information that will aid the Catlords in their war.”

“Tell me your information then, Piglord.”

Hector managed a thin smile.

Roll the bones, brother!

“My information is for Prince Lucas and him alone. Deliver me to him and your reward shall be greater than you could possibly imagine, Lady Slotha.”

“That’s Queen Slotha,” she snorted.

“I know,” said Hector as the warrior’s grip on his hair tightened. “The queen of the North and the king of Westland; can you imagine what you might discuss together?”

Slotha smacked her lips as if savoring a previously unknown taste. Hector kept his eyes fixed on her.

She’s taken the bait, Hector! Well done!

“I deliver you alive to Highcliff?”

“Myself and my two men.” Hector gestured to Ringlin and Ibal at his side with a quick glance.

“Very well,” said the Werewalrus, shuffling past the two rogues who breathed audible sighs of relief at their temporary pardon. She settled behind the last prisoner, who was afforded no such kindness.

“That one’s a thief, Your Majesty,” said the councilor, answering her unvoiced question.

“But remember, Piglord…” she said, rearing up behind the bound man as he knelt before her. The Ugri warrior held the prisoner’s head as he kicked out, trying to roll clear. She lunged down fast, the tusks puncturing the man’s back and disappearing up to her gums. The blood erupted as she tore them free.

“No tricks.”

Hector bowed on his knees, his heart near exploding.

“Ready the Myrmidon,” said the Walrus of Tuskun. “We sail to Highcliff to meet the prince.”

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