‘See that justice is done,’ Nathair had said to him, standing on a windswept quayside before he set sail. ‘Justice?’ Veradis had answered. ‘What exactly would that be?’ ‘Peritus will find Mandros, help you beat him. But Peritus is a politicker. He may see uses in Mandros, advantages.’ ‘What would you have me do?’ Veradis had asked. ‘A life for a life,’ Nathair had said, his voice as cold as the winter sea about them. ‘That is justice. No negotiation, no compromise.’ ‘I will see it done,’ Veradis had sworn.
Nathair killed his dad and is trying to blame mandros
