The absurd thought occurred to Will that if James had grown up a Steward, he would have kept the long hair. God, they had been friends; they had served together at the same court, under the same king. That idea was so utterly new that he couldn’t stop turning it over and over in his mind. There had been a time before the Collar, a time they had met in the sunlight, and in Anharion’s warm words the sweetest hint of flirtation, an indulgence Anharion offered to no one else, though Sarcean knew well that Anharion would never—
