Pran, too, look crestfallen, disappointed. Then, a bleak smile touched his lips.
‘Since the death of Theuli, my wife’s, father, I have been coming to you for advice. What do you suggest I do?’
Barodan stared hard at nothing for a long moment, deep in thought, his lips compressed into a thin line. At last, he said, ‘The Thane can be trusted, as you well know. It is the King’s and Prince Cir’s spies who might be a problem. As well, the Thane’s position would be made very difficult if you were to tell him of this, for he would risk being caught between your friendship and the wrath of your less-than-exemplary Sovereigns (if I may be so bold!). The Thane has been a powerful ally to you only because, thus far, the King has had no reasonable or plausible excuse to do either of you harm. You must know that the King and Prince Cir would stop at nothing to get their hands on something like this.’
‘I fear you are right, Barodan. I thank you for your insight. Perhaps we should simply keep this trifle a secret between us, though it would have been of great aid. Good day to you.’
As they left the blacksmith’s shop, Doc said quietly, ‘If these things are so damned important, then why don’t you just have Ralph make them?’