“What do you want to do about him?” asked Waterstone gently.
Tarkyn ran a hand through his hair. “I want what I can’t have. I want him to come back with us and sit around the fire and tell us all about what he’s been doing.” The prince began to pace back and forth. “But, obviously, that can’t happen.”
He stopped dead and looked Waterstone straight in the face. “I really don’t think I could countenance having him killed, any more than I could have allowed Stormaway to be killed by the oathless woodfolk.”
Waterstone smiled wryly. “I’m relieved to hear you say that. I would have strong doubts about our friendship if I thought you could turn around and order your friend’s death only weeks after last seeing him.”
Tarkyn looked much struck. “Oh. I didn’t see it like that. So you understand
