‘Grygyr,’ his father was saying. ‘I hope the quarters we’ve provided are to your satisfaction...’
‘A prison is a prison be it stone or silk,’ Grygyr retorted before Ibris could finish. ‘My message is delivered. I have nothing more to say. As envoy I should not have been detained thus, it is in breach of the treaty.’
Menedrion’s jaw tightened, but he did not speak.
Ibris opened his hands in concession. ‘The treaty is a man-made thing, and thus flawed, Grygyr,’ he said. ‘It states that I may not detain you, but demands also that I ensure your safety. The two requirements conflict in this instance and I must decide which is the lesser breach.’ He leaned back in his chair.
‘As I told you before, it’s a considerable tribute to your... skill... that you managed to reach here unharmed, but ne
