Heirn could offer nothing against this confession. As ever, he clung to the practical. ‘What are we going to do with him, then?’
Atlon had begun to pace up and down. He stopped. ‘Ideally, what I’d like to do is take him back with me so that my Elders could find out what’s happened to him and help him.’
‘No chance of that,’ Heirn said conclusively. ‘He’s a bonded Den-Mate for one thing, and, you heard him, he’s got aspirations to further himself as a result of his escapade last night — with Barran, no less. From the melting pot into the forge as far as I can see, but that’s what he wants. He’s a young man who could use some guidance, without a doubt, but there’s nothing you can do about that — the city’s full of the likes of him. I’ll tell you this — even your horse would be hard-pressed
