I frown. “Why not?”
Voices carry somewhere in the hall. “Sleep well, Your Highness.”
“Wait!” I know that’s his polite way of telling me he’s done answering questions, and I appreciate the details he’s offered, but I have one more question that burns for an answer. “What about the king? Does he have one?”
“He does.”
“To what?”
There is a long pause, and I assume I’m not going to get a reply.
“Fire.” Elisaf moves away from my door.