A shiver ran down Tom's spine. He remembered his last session with the sirens and how their behaviour became totally erratic towards the end. He had visions of ancient female immortals, floating in their jars, enjoying his body through their young surrogates.
While their ancient minds were fully occupied with their sex romp, their surrogates would have done and said what was expected of them. But, if they were distracted by higher duties, the girls would have found themselves naked in a strange place with a strange man.
The thought was appalling. A vote would have been needed to call him back to the high table for further questioning. The ancient nymphomaniacs would have been called upon to participate. If the girls were the innocent virgins, he had been told about, it wasn't surprising that they were left cowering in a corner trying to cover their nakedness.
Living zombies controlled by the living dead.
Tom had imagined many things but nothing quite as horrendous as this. The guardians must be destroyed. He resolved to contact Prince Crispin as soon as possible. Princess Liala was clearly opposed to the guardians. He suspected that her brother wasn't well disposed towards them either.