Chapter 13‘I don’t know whether this is becoming repetitive or alarming,’ Tarrian said as, head bent low, he loped steadily along beside Antyr and Menedrion’s guards through the busy afternoon crowds that were thronging the wide streets of Serenstad’s commercial district.
‘Alarming,’ Antyr replied with conviction. ‘No. Terrifying. My stomach’s churning. First the Duke, now Menedrion. They say he’s a mad dog. Like the Duke but without his good qualities. What on earth can he want? I really don’t think I want to think about any of this too closely... I think.’
‘Perhaps word got round about last night. Perhaps we’re becoming fashionable,’ Tarrian said optimistically. ‘You’ll have to buy some court clothes. You’ll be able to declare yourself Dream Finder by appointment to the Duke and his co
