"The raven… has delivered messages to you as well?"
Erling's question hung in the air between the two men like a startled bird, uncertain which way it should dart now that it was out in the open.
"Not a raven, no," Loghlan said quietly. "But the person behind the messenger has other methods of reaching people who are willing to listen. Different birds for different windows, you might say."
"And what does this message ask of me?" Erling asked as his thumb traced the rim of his wine cup in slow, measured circles.
"Nothing yet," Loghlan said. "For now, put your trust in me and follow my lead. Keep your men close to mine in the days to come," he said, glancing briefly in Owain's direction as if to imply that this had something to do with Owain's intention to call up the barons against the demons this winter.
"When the time comes for more," Loghlan said. "You'll understand what's being asked."
