From behind Pan could see Bathor’s whole body tensing up. His hands had become fists, which he was clenching and unclenching at his sides; his whole posture showed he was about to pounce.
“Would you like to hear more?” asked Seronisis, taking two more steps towards his brother. “For there is more, more that you may not have heard, although I’m sure you are kept well-informed via your network of spies.”
“I beg your…”
Seronisis held a hand up. “Ah, no. Now is not the time to speak, especially to deny something I know to be a fact. The poisoning of my lover, Pan, by the Grand Chancellor. An act of misplaced love? Perhaps, but that love was not for me. You sent him!” said Seronisis. “You wanted as few obstacles as possible in your quest for the throne of Tansa and look where it’s got you. A
