said the King’s Champion. “An ostler has a mood and he kicks the dog. A mage has his moods and a town disappears. No offense meant.” “None taken, milord,” said Khadgar, thinking of the dead mages in the tower room. “You ask how he is. He’s all these things.” “Hmmmph,” said Lothar again. “He’s a very powerful person.” Khadgar thoughtand you worry about him like the other wizards do. Instead he said, “He speaks well of you.” “What did he say?” said Lothar, more quickly than perhaps he meant to. “Only,” Khadgar chose his words carefully, “that you served him well when he was ill.” “True enough,” grunted the Champion, starting into the other drumstick. “And that you are extremely observant,” added Khadgar, feeling that this was a sufficient distillation of Medivh’s opinion of the warrior. “Glad to know he notices,” said Lothar, with a full mouth. There was a pause between the two of them, as Lothar chewed and swallowed. “Has he mentioned the Guardian?”
