~Big Book of Fairyland, “Falcon’s War” His obligation to me satisfied, Rogue called a war council meeting. Normally this should have pleased General Falcon and his commanders, who had demonstrated they loved nothing better. This time, however, not only was Rogue in charge, but their erstwhile enemy also sat at the table. General Fafnir, grizzled and dour as ever, arrived with an entourage of nobles I recalled from either the welcoming ceremony or the wedding itself. They ranged down one side of the table, Falcon and his staff, including Lord Puck and Lady Healer, down the other. Glowering at each other. Rogue and I sat at the head of the table in side-by-side chairs, which pleased me. Starling, Larch and Athena—who I’d insisted on having present, despite their nonnoble status—sat behind us, which I tried not to be irritated about. Marquise, Scourge, looking amused by it all, and Walter, back in his silver collar and clearly chagrined by it, sat a ways down, on “our”
