22 The Secret from the South“HE WILL COME, I SUPPOSE,” said Galdtchav, leaning back in his splendid chair.
“Oh yes, yes,” said Azhur, perhaps a little too readily.
“It’s just that I understand he’s a little... unpredictable. Sudden decisions, roving thoughts, that kind of thing. And a little bird—forgive the cliché—a little bird that was fluttering about the refectory yesterday, saw the two of you in the midst of a very heated conversation indeed. Birds have very poor hearing of course, so it couldn’t make out just what it was all about…”
Embarrassment and remorse and anger. Azhur stared straight ahead. “I, ah, I’m afraid I let Tyr down about a certain matter. He took it to heart.”
“Oh, I see. No doubt you cleared the air.”
“Certainly, Anthu. All well.”
There was a difficult silence.
