Chapter 11: More MasqueradesThe nuns, all garbed in traditional pilgrim gowns of blue, floated through Ylväs Suq’s bustling hectic central plaza like a flock of exotic birds.
Kia, with Khokelo on one side and Sister Ilym on the other, had difficulty suppressing her excitement, her gaze darting here and there, searching for signs of Gorau Alye among the throng of buyers and sellers. This was where she met him the first time, and she wouldn’t be surprised to spot him standing on the concourse, catching her eye and winking at her. But there was no sign of him, or Rial—which was a ridiculously stupid hope—but she did notice the increased security guards ringing the perimeter. Thank the Goddess they weren’t empire soldiers, and she wondered where the governor of the station stood in relation t
