"I'll need canteens then," Zaros said to Azzanadra.
"Canteens?" asked Zamorak. "Surely you aren't-"
"I'm going to Freneskae," Zaros replied, cutting him off.
Zamorak looked stunned. "Why? The Empire is in enough danger without its Emperor traipsing off into the Mahjarrats' laps!"
"I'm leaving you in charge while I'm gone," Zaros continued, unaffected by Zamorak's outburst. Zamorak stopped instantly.
"Me?"
"I think you can lead well in my stead."
"What about me, my Lord?" asked Azzanadra. "Surely I-"
Zaros waved his hand. "I am not saying that you are unfit to lead, my friend. You are coming with me."
Azzanadra nodded. "Yes, my Lord."
"So," said Zamorak, his head bowed, "you believe that I am both skillful and trustworthy enough to rule?"
Zaros nodded. "In that case," Zamorak continued, "why have you not seen fit to bestow upon me the Mantle of Divinity."
"I-"
"I received the same god training as you. Master Armadyl saw fit to train me; it seems a huge waste for me never to ascend to that level."
"My friend," Zaros replied, his face strained. "The gift is not mine to give."
"Armadyl gave it to you to do with as you please!"
"Even so, it seems to me a great affront to give out his gift against his wishes. He did not believe you were ready, and he still has those feelings."
"Tell him that-"
"You will be the one to do that. Show him by ruling well, and he will reconsider. Just be aware that he is watching with interest."
Zamorak tried to find something to say, but in the end he just bowed his head. "Yes, my Lord."
Zaros turned to Azzanadra. "What is the fastest way to Freneskae?" he asked.
"Well, since we destroyed the gate near Ikov, the only other sure one is south of Kharid, probably near Icthlarin's Mahjarrat Temple. That's a good two weeks trip from here."
Zaros scowled. "There are no other portals, then?"
"There are rumors of a rift in the North Sea, but only just rumors."
"We'll go to Ghorrock and search. Notify Lycurgus."
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