‘Let’s get out of here first. We don’t have much choice, anyway.’
Mina tried to push down the impatience that gnawed at her as they were herded toward the outer doors of the divina by the irresistible movement of the crowd.
‘We can talk later,’ Dario called back over his shoulder as he was drawn away from her, ‘as long as we don’t lose each other …’ and he disappeared through the great doors.
Mina tried to catch up again, but the forward motion of the crowd had slowed, and her attempts to move were met with frowns, or a curt ‘wait your turn’. She was able to see through the double doors now and discovered the reason for the slowed movement. As the artisans passed through the doors, a cloaked figure addressed each person, and the single mass was split into two lines of people. Mina saw D
