‘But not to see me. Your eyes are blind. Who has done this to you?’ Concern vied with anger. ‘Blind as you once were. It’s a long tale, old friend, one I promise to tell you.’ ‘That you will! Who is this with you?’ Was there an edge of accusation in his voice? ‘Friends of mine, from Buck Duchy, of the Six Duchies. But let me save that telling for when I am on board. Shouting across a dock is no way to converse.’
