The king drank some more blood. A little dripped from his lips to his leather trousers. "You're right" said King Tor. "Those were but boyish pranks. So I'll let you off lightly. We'll have you birched in public today. You spend tonight buried to the neck in the public dungheap. Toward morning, we'll put you on a boat. Three leagues from shore, you'll be thrown overboard. That is my justice!" Drake knew he had got a good deal What he didn't know was that this was only the start of a long journey which would take him far from his home and his love - and that he would have to endure far worse before either could be regained. The fourth volume in the ten book Chronicles of an Age of Darkness.