Hunger pangs racked Navar's body, sending spasms through his midsection. He could not remember the last time he had eaten more than a discarded crust of dry bread. Even the food on the ship that had brought him here--moldy and sparse--had been better than nothing.
The sound of carriage wheels rolling across the cobblestones drew his attention. In the three weeks since his arrival, he had seen nothing like the size or grandeur of the gilded carriage that approached. It slowed to a stop in...