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like the boy, but this woman, gods! He might be better off with the Jadwin seductress.
    “Mother, don’t you think you’re being a little—”
    She didn’t even look at her son; she just raised her palm toward him and stared at Solon, unblinking.
    So that’s how it is.
    Logan wasn’t just her son. For all that he was only a boy, Logan was Catrinna Gyre’s lord. In that contemptuous gesture, Solon read the family’s history. She raised her hand, and her son was still young enough, still inexperienced enough, that he went silent like a good son rather than punished her like a good lord. In that contempt and the contempt she’d greeted him with, Solon saw why Duke Gyre had named his son Lord Gyre in his own absence. The duke couldn’t trust his own wife to rule.
    “I’m waiting,” Lady Gyre said. The chill in her voice made his decision.
    Solon didn’t like children, but he loathed tyrants. Damn you, Dorian. “I’ve come to be Lord Gyre’s adviser,” he said, smiling warmly.
    “Ha! Absolutely not.”
    “Mother,” Logan said, a touch of steel entering his voice.
    “No. Never,” she said. “In fact, Master Tofusin, I’d like you to leave.”
    “Mother.”
    “Immediately,” she said.
    Solon didn’t move, merely held his knife and two-pronged fork—he was glad he remembered how the Cenarians used the things—over his plate, willing himself not to move.
    “When are you going to let Lord Gyre act like Lord Gyre?” he asked her.
    “When he’s ready. When he’s older. And I will not be questioned by some Sethi savage who—”
    “Is that what the duke commanded you when he named his son lord in his absence? Let Logan be lord once he’s ready? My father once told me that delayed obedience is really disobedience.”
    “Guards!” she called.
    “Dammit, mother! Stop it!” Logan stood so abruptly his chair clattered to the ground behind him.
    The guards were halfway to Solon’s chair. They suddenly looked caught, conspicuous. They looked at each other and slowed, vainly tried to approach quietly, their chain mail jingling with every step.
    “Logan, we’ll speak about this later,” Catrinna Gyre said. “Tallan, Bran, escort this man out. Now.”
    “I am the Gyre! Don’t touch him,” Logan shouted.
    The guards stopped. Catrinna’s eyes flashed fury. “How dare you question my authority. You second-guess your mother in front of a stranger? You’re an embarrassment, Logan Gyre. You shame your family. Your father made a terrible mistake in trusting you.”
    Solon felt sick, and Logan looked worse. He was shaken, suddenly wavering, about to fold. The snake. She destroys what she should protect. She shatters her own son’s confidence.
    Logan looked at Tallan and Bran. The men looked wretched to be so visibly witnessing Logan’s humiliation. Logan shrank, seemed to deflate.
    I have to do something.
    “My Lord Gyre,” Solon said, standing and drawing all eyes. “I’m terribly sorry. I don’t wish to impose on your hospitality. The last thing I would wish to be is an occasion for strife in your family, and indeed, I forgot myself and spoke too frankly to your mother. I am not always attuned to . . . tempering the truth for Cenarian sensibilities. Lady Gyre, I apologize for any offense you or your lord may have taken. Lord Gyre, I apologize if you felt I treated you lightly and will of course take my leave, if you will grant it.” A little twist on the if you will grant it.
    Logan stood straighter. “I will not.”
    “My lord?” Solon painted puzzlement on his face.
    “I’ve found too much tempering and not enough truth in this house, Lord Tofusin,” Logan said. “You’ve done nothing to offend me. I’d like you to stay. And I’m sure my mother will do all she can to make you feel welcome.”
    “Logan Gyre, you will not—” Catrinna Gyre said.
    “Men!” Logan said to the guards loudly to cut her off. “Lady Gyre is tired and overwrought. Escort her to her chambers. I’d