LERRIN
Lerrin's legs were still shaky as the guards ushered him along the trail, but his pain eased during the walk. He was grateful that the guards kept the pace slow, and no one pushed on him again. By the time they entered the council building, he was exhausted, but feeling more confident that he could get through this, as long as the herbs kept the pain at bay.
One of the guards stepped forward to open the door and all four of them walked through together, and Lerrin was struck, suddenly, with the memory of the night his father was killed.
Reth sat in the circle this time, rather than as a petitioner. This time it was Lerrin who was walked to stand under their eyes and be measured.
No one spoke initially, until the Reth sighed. "You can leave, but stay at the door," he said to the guards.
The largest, behind Lerrin, made a little noise. "Sire, I don't think it's safe—"
