These words drew him in like a fish on a line. ‘How?’
‘By winning. In the morning we will start.’
‘And tonight?’
She held out her arms. ‘If you untie me, and send away this oaf – and allow me to clean myself, to make myself as I once was – I will show you, as I promised, how I captivated a king.’
Praxo laughed, and stood clumsily. ‘Well, you’ll find me at the whorehouse as usual. Enjoy the night, friend, for it’s all you’re going to get out of that old stick.’
‘Go!’
Kilushepa held out her bound arms. Entranced, fearful, Qirum reached for his knife.