1. A Kingly Gift
"I am touched by your thoughtfulness, my Lord, but having allowed me to serve the mightiest ruler in Arda is already a lavish favour." Pressing hand to heart, I bowed to stress my fealty.
"Indeed. But surely ten years of faithful service deserve a reward nonetheless," Pharazôn said. His hands trembled, even at rest, on the gilded arms of his chair. "You know, Zigûr, several times I was tempted to listen to those who urged me to keep you in chains or altogether be rid of you. I am glad I discarded their advice!"
"As am I," I murmured, below the range of his lessened hearing. Then louder, "Your mercy was a kingly gift, my Lord. I wish for no further reward, though perhaps..." I paused, shook my head and smiled ruefully. "No, it would be too much."
Pharazôn was only too eager to chase my demure self-denial. "Tell me at once!"
"Thus commanded, I shall obey." I watched him lean forward, waiting on my words. What a pathetic fool, so desperate to please me! "Not for me, but for the One I honour..."
"What can I give the Lord of Darkness? Speak up!"
"Build Him a temple, my King."
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