Chapter Nine
THE NEW OVERLORD
Huldar’s internal clock told him it was midafternoon, but little light penetrated the walls of the marquee. Overnight, more wild storms had covered everything in yet another layer of snow. However, thanks to the most recent version of Daric’s window charm, a transparent dome kept a layer of open space between leather and ice, the winds hadn’t touched them, and, although dingy, their home was warm.
Partying had been well under way by lunchtime. Now two teams had formed, spinners versus Uri’madu.
Seated on a plump cushion, Malena of Maatu tipped her head back to drain the last besh from the bottle. When it was empty, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and inclined her head toward Ariben, the Uri’madu contender, who sat in an equally rowdy group acr
