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watched with poisonous eyes. Dannyn hurried after the King and followed him up to his private
apartments. Glyn had a page bring them each a tankard of ale, then sat down in a chair by the hearth.
Although Dannyn took the chair his brother offered him, he would have gladly sat by his feet like a dog.

тАШNow here, Danno,тАЩ the King said. тАШThat pack of blowhards wearies me as much as they weary you,
but IтАЩve got to have their loyalty. Who else is going to run this piss-poor excuse for a kingdom when
weтАЩre gone on campaign?тАЩ

тАШTrue spoken, my liege, and you have my apologies.тАЩ

With a sigh, Glyn sipped his ale and stared into the empty hearth. Lately heтАЩd been slipping into these
dark moods; they troubled his brother deeply.

тАШWhat aches your heart, my liege?тАЩ Dannyn said.

тАШLord AvoicтАЩs death, and the deaths of all his brothers, too. Ah by the hells, there are times when I
wonder if I can be king, when I think of all the death that my claimтАЩs brought to the kingdom.тАЩ

тАШWhat? Here, only a true king would have such doubts. IтАЩll wager Cantrae doesnтАЩt give a pigтАЩs fart
who dies in his cause.тАЩ

тАШYou believe in me, donтАЩt you, Danno?тАЩ

тАШAh by the hells, IтАЩd die for you.тАЩ

тАШYou know,тАЩ Glyn looked up, his eyes cloudy with something suspiciously like tears, тАШthere are times
when I think IтАЩd go mad without you.тАЩ

Dannyn was too shocked to speak. With a toss of his head, Glyn rose.

тАШLeave me,тАЩ he snapped. тАШWe would be alone.тАЩ

As much as he wanted to stay, Dannyn hurried out at this direct order. His heart heavy, he wandered
out to the ward. His one consolation was that GlynтАЩs dark mood would probably break once they rode
out to the war, but it was a shallow one. It was quite likely that there would be little direct fighting this
summer. He himself would probably lead what raids there were while the King stayed in his dun and
brooded, because he was too important to risk to a chance wound in some insignificant action.

His aimless walking eventually brought him to the barracks area. Out in front of their stable, the
WolfтАЩs warband were grooming their horses. Lady Gweniver herself perched on the tongue of a wooden
cart and watched them. For all her cropped hair and menтАЩs clothing, Dannyn could only think of her as a
woman, and as an attractive one at that. Her large, luminous eyes dominated her face and sparkled like
beacons that drew him toward her. The way she moved attracted him, too: every gesture definite yet
fluid, as if she drew upon a hidden source of energy. When she saw him, she slid off the wagon tongue
and came over to meet him.

тАШLord Dannyn, my men need blankets and clothes.тАЩ

тАШThen theyтАЩll have them today. YouтАЩre part of the KingтАЩs household now, so remember that what you
and your men need is part of your maintenance.тАЩ