‘I am well guarded, brother, whilst you are not.’ ‘Nonsense! I have Bugg!’ The manservant looked up at Brys with a bland smile. ‘Tehol, this is not time for jokes—’ ‘Bugg resents that!’ ‘I do?’ ‘Well, don’t you? I would, if I were you—’ ‘It seems you just were.’ ‘My apologies for making you speak out of turn, then.’ ‘Speaking on your behalf, master, I accept.’ ‘You are filled with relief—’
