Chapter 15Menedrion looked round the room as he closed the door. His father, Aaken Uhr Candessa, Ciarll Feranc, and Arwain were seated in a wide circle and there were no servants or guards present.
His father turned towards him as he entered, and the other three stood up.
It needed no great perception on Menedrion’s part to know that he had entered into the middle of a vigorous debate. Indeed, he got the impression of the last words fading into the corners of the room even as he took in the fact that his father’s mood was stern. He braced himself.
‘Gracious of you to favour us with your presence, Menedrion,’ Ibris said caustically, before his son could offer any greetings.
Menedrion looked at him with a mixture of annoyance and bewilderment. ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked, less than dip
