Chapter Ten
Hugh sat in one of the huge oak chairs in a corner of his father’s work chamber. His legs were too weak to stand for long, his hands too weak to shave the stubble from his face, but he was home, home and human, and about to be free of Aleyn’s spell.
He glanced around the shadowy chamber: the long table, the chairs and stools, the shelves of scrolls and books. He would work in this room one day, pass judgments here one day. But not, he hoped, for a very long time.
He looked at his father and Tam, seated at the far end of the table, closest to the fire and the candles. Light and shadows flickered across their faces. For a second, it was almost impossible to tell them apart; they had the same bony faces, the same strong noses, the same unruly hair, and then the light shifted an
