"Off-world."
"Of course," Landor smiled thinly, his eyebrows arching over pale,
shrewd eyes. "Off-world."
Kieron felt a stab of suspicion. How much did Landor know? Had his
spies pierced Freka the Unknown's counter-espionage cordon and brought
word of the star-kings gathering on Kalgan?
"It cannot concern you where I go now, Landor," said Kieron grimly.
"You've won here. But...." Kieron stepped a pace nearer the resplendent
favorite. "Warn your tax-gatherers to go armed when they land on
Valkyr. Well armed, Landor."
Kieron turned on his heel and strode out of the antechamber, his booted
heels staccato on the flagstones, silver cape flaunting like a proud
banner.