"You knew nothing of the sort. As I recall, I left you standing on the other side of the wall the other day. Thats where you'll always belong- on the other side of things."She's mocking him. It doesn't seem a wise course, but I've never found my self surrounded by virile Gypsy men in the middle of the night woods before. I'm in no position to advise or argue. I can only hold my breath and wait.
Ithal steps closer, toys with the cape's ribbon at the hollow of Felicity's throat. His voice is boisterous, laughing, but the smile doesn't travel to the eyes. They are wounded and angry. "I'm not on that side of the wall tonight."
Page 208, Chapter Eighteen
As this story develops you can see the tone in Ithals voice. Ithal seems to be rude for the fact that the boy is being mocked and no one cares to stand up and say something .
1. Would you stand up for him? Why or Why not?