Karmalin had taken the gypsies to a hotel near the Perlon sea. He wanted to send them back to Soilita with their prince.
Inside the chamber, he was glancing at Jahiron who was resisting to go. He believed that Sherlin must be penalized for not taking good care of Hiravan and besides he could not believe the story that her Captain had passed them away.
"Prince Jahiron, tomorrow is a good day for returning to Soilita."
Karmalin told him once again.
"Yes, I will survey here and if I find any tinge of trace that proves me she neglected, I would kill her with my own hand."
Leharin assured him.
"It has become my nightmare, we must avenge her death and by the way, protect Mabena! She is the last predictor that remained for us."
He brushed a hand in his head and got to his feet.
"I am going for a walk?" He strode to the door.
"Jahiron!" Leharin called him when he was near the door.
"What?"
