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Morashk was not accustomed to be spoken to in such a tone. He had considered his position elevated because of the favourable way his master looked upon him, and when his master had married the daughter of the King, he had considered his position further elevated. He straightened his back and looked steadily into the Prince's eyes.
"My name is Morashk," he replied, "and I come bearing a letter for the Princess Gjeelea, wife of my master." He intentionally described her thus, and noted with some satisfaction the expression of distaste that crossed her face. "The letter is from the Lady Arshalous."
He looked from one to the other, and then took a keen glance about the room.
"I have further been instructed by my master," he went on, "to escort the Princess back to his home at her earliest convenience. He... fears for her safety." The mocking tone in Morashk's voice was not disguised. Princess Gjeelea already suspected, at the least, that his opinion was not high of the Lord Korak, whatever his feelings of loyalty might be. "If she is busy at the moment, I will wait for her."
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