"Sharfteh? The Lord of Norkvolar?" The queen could hardly speak the words.
"Yes, Your Majesty. He is gathering an army together that will destroy the Azarathian royalty at which afterwards he plans to take the kingdom and make himself sole ruler." Here Seoden sighed, "He has also bred an army of fazaraths."
At this the king struck the table with his fist. "How has this happened? Were not all of the Fazaraths killed and their nests destroyed?"
"My Lord, many Fazaraths were spared." Seoden walked over to a section of the wall that was painted with a horse and its rider and stood for a moment. "They were hidden in the deep mountains by dark men for just a time as this."
"Where have the spies been? Have they gone blind to all that has been going on? Have they not seen any war tents, weapon forging, the sounds of war? Have they not felt its thunderous rawr? Have they not smelt it in the air?"
"My Lord", Seoden turned and stared at a section of the wall. It was of a young man dressed for war. He was saying farewell to his bride. They were newly married for she still wore her ceremonial dress. "They have a secret force. A force that has helped him to locate all those who are. . .were. . . spies and even those who were neither for or against him, just fighters, war dogs, men who have no other life but in battle. If a man was not completely loyal to his cause, then they would be. . . disposed of."
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