Valttair did not answer at once. He waited, one hand on the sealed resolution, until the door had shut behind Lysandra and her footsteps had faded down the corridor. Trafalgar was glad of it. He wanted Maeron and Seraphine well out of earshot.
"Was that everything?" he asked. "Everything you agreed with Roderic?"
"No."
Valttair slid the resolution into a leather folder and drew the strap tight. Trafalgar had expected that answer. The terms favored Morgain, but Roderic was not a man to swallow such a public defeat because another patriarch had laid evidence on the table. Whatever passed between them before the Council had decided far more than what reached the record.
"Are you going to tell me what else you agreed on?" Trafalgar asked.
"Not today. The conditions that concern the House publicly have been explained. The others do not require your involvement for now."
"So the Council heard only what you wanted it to hear."
