‘So Agreth has mentioned,’ Hawklan replied, then, deflecting the conversation, ‘Is your daughter well?’ he asked.
Urthryn smiled contentedly. ‘She was when we left,’ he said. ‘Blooming, in fact.’ His smile became sadder. ‘Despite the news we’d had to bring from the beach.’
‘Perhaps when one of your messengers returns to Dremark, you’d tell her I’m whole again and that I’ll be ever in her debt, and in the debt of her child,’ Hawklan said.
Urthryn looked puzzled and a little suspicious, but he nodded. ‘Well, I can’t pretend to understand what you mean by that,’ he said. ‘But bewilderment is also becoming my normal condition these days. Of course, I’ll send her any message you want.’ Then, standing, he held out his hand.
‘Now we’ve made our small peace, shall we ride to the Council of War
