"Your hospitality is appreciated," the Preceptor said, his tone carrying a tinge of finality to it. "However, the matter you speak of falls under the scope of the information exchange agreed upon between the Ossuary and the Aethelosian Crown. Third parties have no standing in such arrangements."
"Of course, of course," Malcolm said smoothly, though his smile tightened fractionally. "We would never presume to interfere in official negotiations. Though I confess, Preceptor, your young wards look positively exhausted. Perhaps they should be allowed to rest while you and the Queen's Emissary conduct your discussions? We have prepared exceptional accommodations—"
"They will remain with me," the Preceptor cut in abruptly with a tilt to his tone that became slightly dangerous.
