Chapter 18As Feranc closed the door behind a bewildered Antyr, Ibris sat down again by the fire. He beckoned Feranc over and indicated the chair opposite.
‘An act of wisdom or folly, Ciarll?’ he asked.
‘I think his wolf seduced you,’ Feranc replied. Ibris laughed and raised an admonishing finger. ‘You’re too perceptive by half, Ciarll,’ he said. ‘But I know that wolf about as well as I know you, which is to say, quite well, and not at all. Now answer my question.’
‘It was an act of judgement,’ Feranc said.
Ibris growled disparagingly. ‘Don’t you start playing the courtier with me,’ he said.
Feranc smiled broadly. It was a sight that probably only the Duke ever saw.
‘It was an act of judgement,’ he repeated. ‘And probably a sound one, but whether wisdom or folly, only time will tell.’
