Hendrik nodded his agreement. That was the best sort of philosophy, to find the familiar in the unfamiliar. "You are a prince?" he asked, obviously impressed. Well no wonder the man spoke so well.

Jasper and this man could be friends so very easily. No doubt they would converse for hours and never run out of topics to talk about.

And then there was a certain prince who would never have such warrior instincts and in that thought, Hendrik felt sorry for the Sultan of Gallopolis. His son Prince Faris wouldn't ever be much of a fighter.