There was another message from Rehan the next morning, this one even longer than the previous.
Nemedor Satarin came back to the house yesterday morning. Unfortunately, none of us were home except Mother. The first thing I knew about it was when the High Council secretary sent a message to complain that his boss objected to being called “a bloodsucking leech” and a “selfish prick” and suggested that we should consider appointing a carer for Mother if she was so obviously mentally unstable. It was most embarrassing, because I could hear Mother’s words as I read them, and was trying very hard not to laugh. I did manage to say that we’d look into it, although I’d rather have told him that there is nothing wrong with Mother’s sense of perception and that she does tend to be rather honest about
