“The musicians will not start until the highest ranked member of court has allowed them to, and Aisling help us all, that is you.” “Oh.” I waved my hand. “Well, they can start. Please, carry on.” Gwydion snorted a laugh and even Thalia cracked something resembling a smile. Mordant, however, seemed incensed. “No, you undeserving simpleton. You must dance.” “Mordant,” Scion’s voice sounded from the back of the group. “I would be careful when throwing insults around that could better apply to yourself.”
