‘She is kin.’
Uncertainty.
‘She is flawed.’
‘She will learn.’
‘Return to your quarters, Lord Counsellor.’
‘Rest.’
‘Ponder.’
‘You will have duties soon...’
‘...soon.’
‘Much to learn...’
‘...to learn.’
Dark amusement.
The mirror-bearers folded around her and, almost oblivious to what was happening, Jeyan found herself marching from the Watching Chamber and through the Citadel amid a crowd of haunted likenesses. They accompanied her to Hagen’s quarters and, as before, the servants had bathed and dressed her, so now they removed her uniform, dressed her in night-clothes and placed her in Hagen’s bed. This time she was too shocked to resist, though she managed to stop one of the servants from extinguishing all the lanterns before they left. She needed no more darkness.
The bed was
