Need of a Harbinger

Lonnix watched Marnie with rapt attention. Even as Disseus moved to put him in his place he noticed the young man at her side watching Lonnix carefully.

“This is my husband, Aardix Mane.”

The giant Guardian.

Disseus eyed him warily. Wondering if this was some trap that Nim had established to get him taken back to Enuchte.

“The young prince.” Disseus interjected a bit too astutely for the blustering fool he appeared to be. He reminded himself to slow his responses.

Several surprised glances went his way.

Too late.

“Yes.” The regal young man nodded in confirmation.

“I must speak to you.” Bernus murmured, gesturing for Nim to step aside with him.

To discuss what? Disseus’ head whipped. Feeling like a cornered animal.

She did.

But they weren’t far enough Disseus couldn’t hear them. Even Nim underestimated his acute senses.

“We need the Harbinger, Nim.”

Me.

***

Disseus’ head spun as he honed in on their conversation.

“I understand the importance of your mission but-” Bernus began but she c