Ilse threw them all a look like they were crazy and suddenly stalked off, his back stiff.
“Don’t despair, boys,” Lowen called up cheerfully. “That’s just Ilse. He’s thinking about it. Give him time.”
“We don’t have much,” Isidor answered, leaning on the rail. “The Council meets tomorrow night.”
Lowen bit his lower lip as he did when he was plotting.
“I’d hoped to have a bit more time to talk to the Council members privately, but Havish and Leet are a problem. Ilse will put an eye on them, since Havish made a threat. Sooner seems better.”
“Will you be well, Lowen?” Winter asked, worried.
A lone tusk, no brother, no sons to defend him. With The Singsong under ban, he and Isidor couldn’t protect him like they wanted. And people knew The Vainglory had run with The Singsong more than she
