“We’ll see about that,” Goldtooth interrupted. Handy tried not to grimace. He held his claw up for silence, and for a few minutes longer, they waited in tense silence as the page came hurrying back into the room, carrying a number of documents with broken seals. Some of them looked positively ancient, which gave Handy cause to raise an eyebrow. The king looked through a number of them, studying their seals, putting broken pieces together and comparing them to the letter they had given him, then looked at the quillmanship. He harrumphed and waved the page away, the harried young lad hurrying out of the room without another word.