CHAPTER 11
“This does not impose upon you, kinsman?”
Gwyn phrased it as a polite question, but George had no difficulty interpreting it as a royal command. He supposed he could raise an objection if there were any serious reason to do so, but then who would lead this ad hoc expedition to the human world?
The two were alone in Gwyn’s council room in the manor, a concession to George’s status as a member of the family. “Let’s make sure this doesn’t get out of hand,” he told his great-grandfather. “Benitoe as a representative of the Kuzul shouldn’t cause too much of a problem, but I still don’t know what we’re going to do with Mag.”
Gwyn quirked one eyebrow.
“Well, how would you hide her?” George said. “We’ve been experimenting with having her peep out of a way. Benitoe says that works—h
