Chapter 18

“It is, Mr Batt, although I’m also here for the Council of the Night. I don’t suppose you’re on the council?”

Reginald waved a hand in front of him. “No, I’m not fortunate enough to serve on the council.”

My curiosity was now piqued to the extent I was moved to finally make a contribution to the conversation.

“What’s the Council of the Night?” My eyes darted between Reginald and Naal.

Reginald patted me on the thigh, though directed his comment to Naal. “He’s a new spirit,” he explained. “There’s a lot for him to learn.” Then he added, “Though he certainly knew more about you than I did, so credit where credit is indeed due.”

“The Council of the Night,” Naal began, shifting on his tree stump, “is a council of elders that meet every year after Nocturne to hear grievances and judgement appeals.”

“Judgement appeals?” I asked.