"Ah, but you see, none of the terrible things about Roland are secrets." Cuthbert smiled, but his dark eyes were serious. "Those he wears on his sleeve, as you've surely noticed. What I won't tell you, for my lips are sealed on those things my dinh would have me hold back... those are the good things." He looked at Roland, who raised one eyebrow, looking exasperated. "He's never been any good at hiding the bad. Never seems to have tried much, either."

"He's sitting right here," Roland observed acidly, but he didn't look entirely displeased.