“Are you sure that’s what you want me to say?”
“Perfectly sure. It’s better if he’s mad at me, not Halvden. Now go make the request to the Duel Master. If Lycur starts to argue, let me know, I’ll instruct you from here.” I try to give him an encouraging smile. He returns my look with one that tells me it’s not working.
“Great, just what I need, another argument with your husband.” He grumbles as he moves over to where the Duel Master stands.
“As ever, Geraint, I am in your debt.” I use my most contrite tone in a bid to soften his resolve. He speaks quickly to the Duel Master then stands with his arms out while a guard checks him for concealed weapons.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll add it to the list.” He returns, glancing over his shoulder at me with chagrin. I chuckle despite myself. Both Lyall
