A young man’s posture, Antyr thought, feeling a sudden and quite unwarranted sense of security pervade him.
The door closed softly behind him and the guard signalled Antyr towards the Duke. Hesitantly, Antyr set off and the guard fell in behind him.
Their arrival caused a small stir in the room, though it was largely due to the presence of Tarrian who was already wandering freely, sniffing at people and peering at documents. One or two people stroked him affectionately, somewhat to Antyr’s alarm, but Tarrian paid no heed.
As Antyr and the guard reached the Duke, he looked at them and held up an apologetic finger to Feranc to suspend their conversation.
A quick glance around the room had not revealed to Antyr the presence of the first guard, and now he stood before his Duke, his present
