XVII
Lucan emerged from the Governance chamber drenched in sweat.
Celesse and Earl were waiting for him in the lobby under a stained-glass window.
Celesse hugged him and he shook Earl’s hand.
“I knew you’d give them hell, sir.”
Lucan shook his head. “It’s not over yet, Earl. The senator is recommending indictment.”
“Wasn’t that accounted for?”
“Yeah, but it’s not like I want to go to jail,” Lucan said.
Lucan dug his hands in his pockets and stared up at the stained-glass window. Pink and red and green and blue, it depicted a Crafter dragon with clouds swirled around it, and a rolling countryside below with wooden huts and sheep dotting the landscape. Lucan had seen this painting ever since he was a kid and it always seemed majestic to him.
He sighed. “Any luck from Miri?”
Celesse
