• Laith Taher 243

Chapter Thirty-Five

In the evening, the king sent for Jarvis. Jarvis answered the
call unwillingly and went with the messenger to a corner in
the yard of the palace, where the king sat on a majestic
huge chair surrounded by trees, palm trees, flowers, and
plenty of beautiful plants against a table full of many
delicious fruits, desserts, and drinks. That was right where
the king and Milton had once sat because the king was
trying to buy Jarvis the way he had once bought Milton.
Next to him was another majestic huge chair.
The king pointed to the other chair. “Sit here,
Jarvis.”
Jarvis sat angrily.
“How are you, Jarvis?” the king said.
Jarvis shook his head without replying. The king
was surprised and feared that the rest of the conversation
would be like that.
“Eat and drink as you desire,” the king said.
“I do not want to eat or drink,” Jarvis said very
angrily.
“What do you want from me?” he added.
The king was amazed by his temper. “My son
Harlem is weak, and you have killed Hector.