"I don't know who decided that, but my son is named after me."
"Oh, please, it's that Jork obviously." He confirmed with a grandiloquent gesture of the hand. "Elinire would never forgive you for abandoning her like that. But Jork, desiring more than anything to obtain the heart of her love, will stoop to this to succeed, as he had stooped to kill you. Though he failed."
They looked at each other and smiled.
"I could always do the same, and make sure I fail."
"Yes, you could. But you could also let me do it. I'll do the worst thing."
"Really, you would do that for me?"
"Obviously," he made as if it were self-evident. "As I did for my creature who is no more."
Kleb was silent for a moment, contemplating his surroundings. His native kingdom, the birthplace of music.
