It was only the clatter of halberds against shields as the guards stationed there offered him formal salute that reminded him of his mistake, and by then it was too late to rectify the error. Nor was he sure that he wished to, despite the rush of apprehension that filled him as he thought of his father's displeasure should the Domm leam his younger son had gone wandering the poorer quarters alone. He waved a casual response and continued on across the yard, oblivious of the amused looks the guards exchanged. Like all the palace folk they were accustomed to the vagaries of the younger heir and had long given up any expectations of disciplined or dignified behavior where he was concerned. Calandryll's a dreamer, they said among themselves, not like Tobias. It's lucky he was the second bom, for he'd make a poor Domm. Calandryll himself shared that opinion without resentment, though now, for all his abstracted air, he felt positive. He had thought the matter through and arrived at what he believed was the only logical conclusion.
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