Chapter 16Antyr walked behind the servant in a trance. Without further comment, Menedrion had led him briskly away from his private quarters, and, with a curt dismissal and an order to remain in the palace, had abandoned him to his present guide; a round-faced old man with hunched shoulders and a worried frown that seemed to be permanent.
He also seemed to be none too pleased with his new duty and kept muttering, half to himself, half to Antyr.
‘This isn’t my job, you know... I’ve enough to do as it is without running around trying to find rooms for his lordship’s...’ He looked Antyr up and down critically. ‘... visitors... And telling the duty guards and the cooks. I’m in charge of the laying of tables for the whole of this wing, I shouldn’t be having to do this... It’s not right... He
