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‘A Letherii drink,’ Fear said ‘I have acquired a taste for it, brother’

Trull and Fear followed Rhulad into the inner cha three cups of dark wine into Letherii-old Trull felt unbalanced, the sudden breach in Rhulad’s facade shocking hi him somewhere inside for reasons he could not i the throne do the centre of the roo tripod chair near the food-laden table along one wall Two identical chairs flanked hiestured ‘Come, brothers, sit with us We knoe understand well, it seemed all as but ashes, and the love we shared, as brothers, was so sadly strained, then’

Trull could see that even Fear was stunned, as they sat down in the low chairs

‘We ht him his cup ‘The blood of kin need not always burn, brothers There must be times when it simply… warms us’

Fear cleared his throat ‘We have… h! No titles Rhulad, so our father named me, as he named all his sons, each in turn froar line It is too easy to forget’

Udinaas set a cup into Fear’s hand Fingers closed of their own accord

Trull glanced up as the slave approached him with the last cup He met the Letherii’s eyes, was startled by what he saw in them He reached out and accepted the wine ‘Thank you, Udinaas’

A flinch froht voice

Trull’s eyes widened ‘Of course, Rhulad’

‘Good Yes Fear, Iback, Trull studied the wine tree it seemed to convey All is well

‘I did not,’ Fear ventured hesitantly, ‘see her earlier…’

‘No, nor our lance ‘I am sorry, brother I should not have… should not have done that And noell, you see…’ He drained his wine in a single motion ‘Udinaas, more Tell him Explain, Udinaas, so that Fear understands’