Menedrion stopped and looked at him, doubt beginning to replace his angry impatience.
‘You must fight where you fight best, sir,’ Pandra said, almost reckless now. ‘Not cloud your judgement with matters beyond your knowledge and training. Your task is to help your father avoid war with the Bethlarii, or, if that fails, to arm his army from your forges and lead it against them. If you fail in this, then we’re all lost.’
‘And if you or Antyr fail against these... powers... as you call them?’ Menedrion asked soberly.
Pandra looked into his eyes. ‘Then, too, we’re probably all lost,’ he replied slowly.
‘This isn’t easy,’ Menedrion said, expelling a noisy breath.
‘Have you ever fought a battle that was?’ Pandra retorted. ‘Or one that wasn’t different from every other? Or one that didn’t ca
