Chapter 23
SHEPHERD WILFRIDUS strode through the hall, his robes flying, sidestepping the guards who tried to stand in his way. The guards themselves were young boys, no match for the shepherd.
He walked straight through the gathered circus troupe party.
He did not stop in front of the dais, but climbed the steps in a single jump, belying his age, and grabbed Casper by the arm.
“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” His voice was like a snarl.
“Take your hands off me.” Casper pulled his arm out of the shepherd’s grip.
The shepherd clearly hadn’t expected that, and gave Casper an angry look. “What’s wrong with you? Can’t you ever listen to what a superior tells you?”
“I am not your servant,” Casper said. “I am the legal successor to the Regentship.” His face was pale, but he sat stra
