63
We Have Your Measure
The fire hissed and popped in the silence that fell as the Unseelies waited for Raegenold to speak. The king crossed his arms, looking down his long nose at Thomas. “I have shown you the hospitality of my Court. Rise, now, wilding, and tell us your name.”
Thomas stood but hesitated before speaking. He knew by now the power of a name freely given. Knew enough to be fearful of what Raegenold might do with it.
Wulfram rose. “His name is Thomas, my lord king. Forgive his impudence. He knows little of our ways.”
Raegenold flicked a glance at Wulfram. A raven’s warning croak sounded, and the king smiled. He turned back to Thomas, his gaze roaming over him again. “A wilding Fey,” he mused. “And with such power. Unusual, to be sure. Tell me, Thomas. You are singing wit
