"I think it is my duty to tell him of the injustice his father visited on you and on him." Efrin rubbed his bearded chin. "Better to warn him before someone reveals only the nasty details of the story in the worst possible way." "If I had some idea of the right way to reveal the truth to him... I don't know whether to thank you, or beg you to say nothing. He will learn the truth eventually." "Do you know, I might like the idea of your grandson married to one of my daughters." Efrin's face brightened when Mrillis sat up straight, startled by the idea, but he didn't laugh. Mrillis thought later he might not have easily forgiven the king for that, if he had. * * * * Meghianna sensed the somberness in the air before she walked into the Warhawk's council chamber, her third morning back at the fortress. The Valor trainees were there, standing along the wall opposite the windows, blinking against the bright light that spilled through the wide-open shutters. Her attention caught on Pirkin, and his eyes widened when their gazes met.
