‘I do, sir,’ Antyr replied with as much dignity as he could muster in the face of Menedrion’s powerful presence. ‘And I’ve told you the truth. I don’t know what happened just now. I’ve never known anything like it before, nor have I heard or read of such a thing. Nor has Tarrian, who worked with my father for many years before he came to me.’
Menedrion looked at him narrowly.
‘You came highly recommended, Antyr,’ he said darkly. ‘You’re a Guildsman. Dreams and all to do with dreams are your province. “I don’t know” won’t do. What use is a farrier who doesn’t know how to shoe a horse? Or a fletcher who doesn’t know how to make an arrow?’ He pointed at Antyr threateningly, and spoke very slowly. ‘Now, stop this nonsense and tell me what happened?’
Antyr swallowed. ‘You were attacked, Lord
