“The one that came back was nearly as badly drummed as the first, and all the Towers asked for several repeats to be sure they had heard it correctly before passing it along,” Minnarden said.
Then he shook his head. “Lobira never sent so badly formed a message. And Mallan was always good at drumming.”
“So we sent … a friend.” Melongel paused to nod significantly at Robinton. “A runner who keeps his eyes and ears open in the course of his duties. His report has disturbed us all.” By “all’,
Robinton knew that Melongel meant the Lord Holders.
“Then is Farevene Lord Holder?”