The servants were dressing him now, pulling on a new brushed-cotton shirt. He thrust a finger into the air. ‘I shall loose the Hounds upon Cawn.’ Cartheron gaped openly, and only barely stopped himself from blurting aloud, What? Dancer started from the wall, obviously quite alarmed. ‘You can’t do that,’ he said. The mage’s tiny eyes darted right and left. ‘Actually, I’m pretty certain I can.’
