The wizard didn’t say anything further but he was obviously still disgruntled. Tarkyn picked up a green stick and focused on it for a minute. When the green shoots began to curl out from it, he handed it to the wizard.
“There,” he said, with a gentle smile “Peace offering.”
Stormaway accepted it reluctantly. “You’d do the same again though, wouldn’t you, Sire?”
The prince looked quizzically at the wizard, “Yes, but I hope it won’t come up again… Stormaway, I value your counsel and your stiff, old-fashioned ideas. In some ways it gives me an anchor to hold me as I am swept along by new circumstances. But I told you when we first met that I would not be dictated to by anyone and that holds for you as much as for anyone.” He watched the wizard appraisingly and after a moment, added, “Don’t
