QUOTE : Dost trust me, my Christofer?”<br /><br />Kit raised his eyes over the top of his book and met Murchaud’s gaze. “Thy Christofer? Surely not-“<br /><br />Murchaud braced his boot on the low table between them, turning a black chess knight between his fingers. “Then whose else art thou?”<br /><br />Which gave Kit pause. “The Devil’s. I suppose.”<br /><br />“And not thine own?” Murchaud stood, a movement too fluid to seem as abrupt as it was, and began to pace, revealing to Kit that this was not an idle conversation.<br /><br />“Had I ever that luxury?” Which made Murchaud turn his head and blink softly. “Does any man?”<br /><br />“Or any elf? No.” Kit sighed. “Aye, my Prince. I trust thee as much as I might trust any Elf-Knight.”<br /><br />“Which is to say not at all.