Waterstone clenched his fists at his sides. “No,” he said through gritted teeth, “I will contain myself. I would rather know where you stand.”
Rainstorm put his head on one side as he thought about it, “I like the prince and I trust him. Life was much duller around here before he came. But I don’t like following orders from anyone. Saying that, he said we would stay on the same footing as before and I believe him, though I suspect there might be times when that doesn’t hold true.” He gave a little smile. “Besides, he’s one of the few people who has any respect for what I have to say. But if Tarkyn’s death could release me from this oath without the forest being damaged….” Rainstorm shrugged and glanced at Waterstone standing like a wound up spring before him. He gave a little mischievous
