‘Let’s attend to our own problems,’ Tarrian said, catching the thought. ‘Good grief, Antyr. There’s not even a war yet and you’re already doing pike drills.’
Antyr was about to remonstrate with him, but the wolf was in high spirits and taking the lead. He mimicked the high-pitched voice of the servant who had acted as their guide the previous night. ‘Put on your temporary badge of office...’ then, himself again, ‘... And let’s find some food.’
‘Sorry,’ Antyr managed, with some sincerity, stretching himself luxuriously. He reached down and stroked Tarrian, then another cold thought struck him. The Duke! Had anything happened during the night while his newly appointed Dream Finder had been lying unconscious?
‘No,’ Tarrian answered. ‘I’ve been keeping watch on both of you. Something unusua
