The Object of My Desire
King Filfuhr contemplated the exotic oil lamp before him. The other, lighted, lamps in the room gleamed off it, casting strange shadows on the scarred wooden desk he sat in. This late, after a difficult case like the one he had just heard, Filfuhr often sought the calm of his old nursery-turned-schoolroom—now his sixteen-year-old daughter’s classroom—and wished for someone to give him counsel. Odala’s latest teacher, however, had resigned to raise a family. Now on top of his kingly duties,…