Morgon, casting a glance at his past with an eye as probing as the single, wintry eye of the Ymris prince, said simply, Answering riddles.
Astrin rounded his desk and eased Raederle into a chair? He fingered a hilt under his coat, then took his hand away as a woman flared in his thoughts, a tall woman falling with the hilt of a knife protruding between her breasts.