CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
As his ship slid along the fjords of Ishjemme, it was hard for Endi to judge what note to take with his approach. He had a flotilla of ships behind him, yet he had no wish to appear as a conqueror. He was returning from a war, yet this was no moment to appear to return as the triumphant hero, not with his father’s body aboard. He knew, more than anyone, how important appearances could be, and this moment mattered more than most.
“I want us to approach quietly,” he said in the end. “Signal to the watchers, but do no more than that. My father is dead. This is no time for a joyous approach.”
“Yes, my lord,” his ship’s captain replied.
They flowed along the length of the fjord, past the statues of former rulers and figures from legend. Once he returned, Endi would comm
