Fiddler’s quiet challenge had halted the Errant, and Brys saw uncertainty stirred to life on the once-handsome features of Turudal Brizad. ‘For what it is worth,’ Brys Beddict said then, ‘you would not have made it past me anyway, Errant.’ The single eye flicked to him. ‘Ridiculous.’ ‘I have lived in stone, Elder One. I am written with names beyond counting. The man who died in the throne room is not the man who has returned, no matter what you see.’
