Grass.’ ‘And within your clan, who are you?’ ‘What do you mean?’ Alcyon asked suspiciously. ‘You see how our people are divided–king, shieldman, warrior, blacksmith, horsemaster, shipbuilder, and so on. What were you?’ Alcyon’s brows jutted, a frown creasing them. ‘I am nothing,’ he growled. Veradis shrugged. ‘It’s your business. But for my part, I don’t agree that you are nothing, now. If nothing else you are my friend.’ Alcyon turned his gaze upon Veradis for long moments. Then he nodded. ‘As you are mine,’ he said.
