CHAPTER 9
“I don’t understand. Why can’t I come? Or both of us?” Rhian leaned forward in her chair and looked over at Brynach in the huntsman’s office and turned to face George again. “We’ve both been there.”
George kept his face straight with difficulty and sighed. He’d heard this from others throughout the week. I’m going to be hearing it some more, he thought, and summoned patience.
“Dropping in on your foster-father’s rural Bellemore estate is not the same thing. I’m not conducting a vacation tour for friends and family.”
She tried to hide her disappointment and Brynach’s shoulders drooped a bit in sympathy, more for her sake than his own, George thought.
“Look, what the lutin’s Kuzul wants is a commercial evaluation. Broch will escort us to the korrigans’ way at Tremafon and we’l
