his voice to a conspiratorial whisper: “It is said that Lord Ivran may have had a hand in King Andarys' illness. Sorcery, perhaps.”
“We have heard of this,” Rosivok said, looking at Frost, eyebrows raised. “Much trouble.”
“And we think little of it,” Frost remarked. The Subartans were charged with his protection, so they tended to worry too much. A bother, now and then. Still, it was a condition Frost gladly accepted as it allowed him to occupy his mind with other, more intriguing things. “We will find the way in whatever condition we find it in and consider it then.”
“Enough to say,” Urid added, “that a wise man would do well to mind his own business along the river next spring, and his back.”
“We are grateful for your candor, sir,” Frost replied.
Sharryl rose quietly and went to stand beside the room's only window, a view that looked out on the walk and the road.
“Your friend does not return,” Aul said, which earned him a strong “shhhhh” from his father.
Sharryl looked at them, then turned back to the window. “He will come,” she said softly. “As always.”
“He knows what to do,” Frost explained. “He will pursue our little fool until he captures him, or kills him, or until it no longer seems a worthwhile endeavor. Jaffic would be the fool to do more in such a situation as this—that is, one in which my life is in no way threatened. And i
“We have heard of this,” Rosivok said, looking at Frost, eyebrows raised. “Much trouble.”
“And we think little of it,” Frost remarked. The Subartans were charged with his protection, so they tended to worry too much. A bother, now and then. Still, it was a condition Frost gladly accepted as it allowed him to occupy his mind with other, more intriguing things. “We will find the way in whatever condition we find it in and consider it then.”
“Enough to say,” Urid added, “that a wise man would do well to mind his own business along the river next spring, and his back.”
“We are grateful for your candor, sir,” Frost replied.
Sharryl rose quietly and went to stand beside the room's only window, a view that looked out on the walk and the road.
“Your friend does not return,” Aul said, which earned him a strong “shhhhh” from his father.
Sharryl looked at them, then turned back to the window. “He will come,” she said softly. “As always.”
“He knows what to do,” Frost explained. “He will pursue our little fool until he captures him, or kills him, or until it no longer seems a worthwhile endeavor. Jaffic would be the fool to do more in such a situation as this—that is, one in which my life is in no way threatened. And i