'Merry's pregnant!' Kitto thought excitedly. Then he froze. 'I could be the father... I could be king.' His happiness turned to terror. 'Not the king. Not the king. Not the king.' Kitto made a bee-line for his tent. 'Not the king. Not the king. Not the king.' He hugged his knees to his chest and rocked back and forth. 'Not the king. Not the king. Not the king.' He pulled a blanket up over his head. 'Not the king...'