Thomas was sitting with a cup of wine in his hand, deep in a discussion with Harold and Elly about the Beudlean philosophers when Lord Cormac stepped in front of him. “So, is it true?”
Lord James and Lord Anthony took up positions on either side of Thomas’s chair. Harold looked offended and Elly looked ready to say something, but held her tongue. Cormac saw Thomas looking at them and glanced over his shoulder to Harold. “Something you were wanting?”
“We were discussing the Beudleans, Lord Cormac,” said Harold. “Thomas was making a point about the relation of their beliefs to the development of free thinking as opposed to logical thinking as the primary mode of their society and I—”
“I don’t care.” Cormac turned back to Thomas. “Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Thomas asked.
“That you’re a
