‘As well,’ he said, as though reluctant, and didn’t wish to utter words circumstances were forcing upon him, ‘there is the matter of the Emissary’s Address.’
At these words, the gallery became hushed, expectant. Several of those present bore a malicious, vindicated aspect.
Pran, however, was apparently prepared for this.
‘I will speak for her,’ he said. ‘Or one of her companions. She is unused to the pressures of public speaking-’
‘Unfortunately,’ the Thane said, cutting him off, ‘you cannot, nor can her companions. This is not a court of law, but an informal hearing, in my hall, concerning matters of State. Were she ignorant of our tongue and our culture, both interpreter and counsellor would be provided.’ Before Pran could protest, the Thane indicated the chairs before them, and said, ‘Please be seated.’ He said this in a formal way that made it clear that his directive was neither to be questioned nor ignored. They did so, Doc on the left, Ralph, Malina and Pran.
To Pran, the Thane said, ‘The news of the death of your brother and his family was made known to me a short while ago, as were the circumstances surrounding his death. I have also been informed as to the plot against yourself and your family, as well as all others living in the Eastland Waik area. It seems that these provocative events were orchestrated by Prince Cir, possibly at the urging of the King, though at present that is conjecture.