“That was all before my time,” Shara said.
“It’s before almost everybody’s time, including mine.” Milleus was fifteen years his senior. “We need the experience.”
For a while, he stared into the leaping flames.
Shara continued, “Sure, not everybody is happy with Destran’s achievements. With the right campaign, I think someone else could have the numbers to topple him.”
Sady nodded. “Destran’s support is not as strong as it was when . . .”
Another uncomfortable memory. Shouting in the benches of the amphitheatre in the doga assembly hall. Senators fighting like street urchins. And his brother standing silent and defeated at the dais. Moments later, he had thrown off his cloak, and walked out, never to return. When Sady came to the Proctor’s house later that day, his brother had already
