“But, sir, the sorcerer—”
“Possesses magic? Yes, as sorcerers do. No great secret there. Had he the power to break from the sky dungeon, he would have. He isn't that kind of sorcerer.” Eoghan chided himself for wasting so many words on a guard, but he was not only saying them for the faceless man asking him petulant questions.
When Assana broached the suggestion about bringing Oldwin back into court, he’d at first slapped her for speaking out of turn, and then tore the idea to pieces, searching within his own words for a good reason not to do precisely that. He needed counsel. This, he’d never openly admit, but he was not unaware of his own failings. He would kill any man bold enough to point them out—or have them killed, as his precarious, weakened muscles were incapable of wielding a s
