Alfrahil sat in the musty room of the astronomy tower, with Findalas by his side.
‘He is here, my lord,’ said Biramin.
Alfrahil saw a man brought within the tower blindfolded, wearing the brown robes of the Brotherhood. With a gesture, the blindfold was removed, and a man past middle age but not yet descending into dotage stared at him with blinking, watering eyes. Yet the eyes, watering or not, were piercing blue under the blonde hair, taking in Alfrahil, and glancing around him to see Findalas seated next to her man.
‘Welcome, Brother Caedrasp, for Findalas tells me that it is your name,’ said Alfrahil.
A cold, fierce expression filled Caedrasp’s face as he asked, ‘Am I under arrest, my Lord Prince?’
‘Far from it. You are here at my request.’
‘Request, my Lord? Physically accosted
