It had been four days. Four days of biding her time, of waiting for word from Damu and wondering if Nergal had survived. She had paced until she’d worn a rut through the courtyard’s grass. She had tended each and every small and unimportant task that could serve as a distraction. Had even reorganized the clay tablets in her collection and perused further through Necromancy at the Foundations of the World.
Necromancy at the Foundations of the WorldIt wasn’t until Damu sent a messenger that she regained a shred of her sanity. Nergal was alive. The letter’s language, formal and cautious, speaking of armed guards and delivering him in bonds, told her that at least Damu hadn’t seen through her ruse. Perhaps she had at last made an impression among the pantheon, after all. She was glad to have
