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He started for the door and had actually begun to think the boy was so utterly paralyzed with panic that he, Flagg, would have to think of some stratagem for returning to the little fool's bedside on his own, when Thomas managed a single, strangled word: "Wait!"

Flagg turned back, an expression of polite concern on his face. "My Lord King?"

"Where where are you going?"

"Why " Flagg looked surprised, as if it hadn't occurred to him until now to think Thomas would even care. "Andua to start with. They are great sailors, you know, and there are many lands beyond the Sea of Tomorrow I've never seen. Sometimes a captain will take a magician on board for good luck, to conjure a wind if the ship is becalmed, or to tell the weather. If no one wants a magician-well, I am not as young as I was when I first came here, but I can still run a line and unfurl a sail." Smiling, Flagg mimed the action, never dropping his cane.

Thomas was up on his elbows again. "No!" he nearly screamed. No.

"My Lord King-"

"Don't call me that!"

Flagg crossed to him, now allowing an expression of deeper concern to fill his face. "Tommy, then. Dear old Tommy. Whatever's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? How can you be so stupid? My father's dead by poison, Peter's in the Needle for the crime, I must be King, you are planning to leave, and you want to know what's wrong?" Thomas uttered a wild, shrieky little laugh.

"But all these things must be, Tommy," Flagg said gently.

"I can't be King," Thomas said. He seized Flagg's arm, and his nails sank deeply into the magician's strange flesh. "Peter was meant to be King, Peter was always the smart one, I was stupid, I am stupid, I can't be King!"

"God makes Kings," Flagg said. God and sometimes magicians, he thought with an inward titter. "He has made you King, and mark me, Tommy, you will be King. Either you'll be King or there will be dirt shoveled over you."

"Let it be dirt, then! I'll kill myself."

"You'll do no such thing."

"Better to kill myself than to be laughed at for a thousand years as the prince who died of fright."

"You'll make a King, Tommy. Never fear. But I must go. These days are cold, but the nights are colder. And I want to be clear of the city before dusk falls."

"No, stay!" Thomas clutched wildly at Flagg's cloak. "If must be King, then stay and advise me, as you advised my father! Don't go! I don't know why you want to go, anyway! You've been here forever!"

Ah, finally, Flagg thought. This is good-in fact, this is RICH.

"It is hard for me to go," Flagg said gravely. "Very hard. I love Delain. And I love you, Tommy."

"Then stay!"

"You don't understand my situation. Anders Peyna is a powerful man-an extremely powerful man. And he doesn't like me. I should think it fair to say he probably hates me."

"Why?"

Partly because he knows how long-how very long-I have been here. More, I think, because he senses exactly what I mean to Delain.

"It's hard to say, Tommy. I suppose it has to do with the fact that he is a very powerful man, and powerful men usually resent other men who are as powerful as themselves. People like a King's closest advisor, perhaps."

"As you were my father's closest advisor?"

"Yes." He picked up Thomas's hand and squeezed it for a moment. Then he let go of it and sighed mournfully. "A King's advisors are much like the deer in a King's private park. Such deer are cosseted and petted and fed by hand. Both advisors and tame deer have pleasant lives, but I've all too often seen a tame park deer end up on the King's table when the King's Preserves wouldn't yield up a wild buck for that night's deer steaks or venison stew. When a ruling King dies, the old advisors have a way of disappearing."

Thomas looked both angry and alarmed. "Has Peyna threatened you?"

"No he has been very good," Flagg said. "Very patient. I have read his eyes, however, and I know that his patience will not last forever. His eyes tell me that I might find the climate in Andua healthier. " He rose with another swirl of cape. "So as little as I like to go "

"Wait!" Thomas cried again,