Chantry turned to me and smiled the old weathered skin of his face crinkling, "Relax Tyre I haven't stolen your treasure from you. She's just taking a tour of the castle while you brief the board on exactly what has happened."
I nodded as I tried to cover up how much I didn't like it when he seemingly just read my mind, as if it was an open book. It was like that with no one else I had ever encountered. He always seemed to know what I was thinking, which was always unnerving to me.
I glanced in the direction that Anna had gone, "I'll do whatever it takes to get Kevin back. Whether the agency helps or not."
My eyes went back to Chantry as my definitive statement of intent trailed off.
I saw understanding in his eyes, "Your point is well taken. It is your right, as it should be every man's right, to stand up in the defense of the sacredness of his family, even if opposed by the governance and strictures of mankind in doing so. It is a worthy endeavor that every man blessed with the responsibility of caring for a family should strive to maintain. I am not against you in this endeavor to restore your family bonds Tyre and neither is the board. So relax because you are among friends Tyre."
Yes that may be so, but as friends I could only afford for them to give me one answer and as friends I prayed that they would do just that. We had been walking as Chantry talked and now we stood before a pair of double oaken doors, which I presumed to be the entrance of the board room.
Chantry seemed hesitant upon entering through them and I looked curiously at him and felt myself grow uncomfortable, as I watched the emotion build up in Chantry's face as he looked at me with the eyes that had gazed into mine once as I lay dying. He sniffed and a self-deprecating smile came out as he wiped at the corner of one eye.
"You'll find Tyre that when you get old you lose whatever self-control that one possessed as a young man and are little better in holding emotion in than a woman is. I believe it's something to do with more estrogen in the blood than testosterone as one grows old."
Yeah right I thought to myself. He may be pushing eighty, but I was very much doubtful that he had even one less measure of testosterone then he had as a man of thirty five. He looked ten years younger than he was and had the athleticism of a man at least twenty years younger and perhaps more.