‘And Narsindal,’ someone said, defending his leader against his own assault.
‘Yes, Narsindal,’ Andawyr agreed reflectively. ‘But apart from my recent escapade, how long ago is it since any of us travelled any distance? Too long by far. And who here can claim an undying interest in Mandroc lore?’
His humour faded and he screwed up his face as the significance of his complaint began to make itself felt.
‘Why has this happened?’ he said anxiously, almost to himself. ‘When I was a student here I travelled with several of the senior brothers. We went everywhere. Up into Narsindal to study the place generally and to keep contact with at least some of the Mandroc families. South, right through Riddin. I’ve been through Fyorlund, seen Vakloss, bustling and busy — marvellous. We even trailed out
