Chapter 39There was stunned silence in the tent as, with a stiff, almost military bow, and without seeking the Duke’s permission, Antyr turned and left.
Estaan hesitated for a moment uncertainly before following him.
Then uproar broke out. Menedrion strode forward to confront his father.
‘Who the devil does he think...?’
Ibris laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, at once restraining and reassuring. With the rest of the gathering he was more abrupt.
‘Silence!’
His voice rose above the noise and descended on it like a great bird of prey, extinguishing it completely.
‘The man goes to fight alone against an enemy about whom he knows nothing except that he possesses a terrible power. He bears a greater burden than any of us, but he’s Serens, perhaps even Mantynnai now — he’ll do what he m
