He recalled again Wulfrim’s mention of Nemedia and its part in the mysterious plot. If King Tarascus dared believe that he could risk a new invasion of Aquilonia despite the precariousness of his own political position, then what did that say about the progress made by those traitors who sought to overthrow King Conan? Had they already managed to torture the information they needed from Sir Prospero? If so, that would mean that the Poitainian was now very likely dead and Nermesa’s quest was an abysmal failure. “Impossible!” Konstantin said, not for the first time. “Such a thing is unlikely! For Nemedia to war upon Aquilonia is madness!” “Madness, perhaps, but not unlikely,” Nermesa interjected. “Konstantin, we must find Wulfrim. He can clear much up.” “If he is even in this region.” The Black Dragon nodded ruefully. “Yet I feel he must be near, even if not exactly in Heinard.” Nermesa rubbed his chin. “I need some men to ride out with me to the north, near the border even.
