Bab 63: The Mummy.

"Who are you? What have you done to my sport?" the ruler pouted.

"You know who I am," the dead man replied.

Harold thought for a second, and then his eyes widened. Hastily he lowered himself, kneeling on one knee. "Overlord! Forgive your servant. You took me by surprise. How may I be of service?"

The torture victim nodded. "Better. I have a task of utmost importance for you."

"I will aid you in any way, as you know well," said Harold.

"Of course, for if you don't it could just as easily be you hanging here. I made you and I can break you."

"I understand my Lord." Harold attempted not to let his hatred show. "What do you wish of me?"

"You need to alert your guards. An enemy of mine is near Real. He may even enter the city. If he does you are to capture him and inform me at once. Do you understand me?"

"Of course my lord. Who is this enemy of yours?"

"His name is Dreth. He's tall and thin, carrying a black blade of great power. He may be travelling with several zombies."