Chapter 21‘I’ll seek him out.’
Vellain’s stomach had turned icy at her husband’s words. Instinctively, her hand went out to catch his arm.
‘No! You can’t do such a thing — you mustn’t. The risks...’
Her plea had faltered against his grim resolution. Vashnar could be as subtle and devious as Bowlott or any of the Moot’s political creatures when he so chose, but his inclination was always to direct action, and not only did he not flinch from confrontation if he deemed it necessary, he relished it. Thyrn’s distant shade, once merely the irksome buzzing of a night-time insect, had not changed in itself but, by some eerie metamorphosis in Vashnar’s mind, had become like the tapping of an unseen sapper gnawing at the roots of a castle once deemed impregnable, or the faint wind-borne trumpet c
