Chapter Forty-Four
SOME TRUTH
In the crisp morning sunshine at the Host’s Settlement, seven spinners waited in position, ready to sing the envelope of translation around their cargo and propel it into the Chime. Beyond the circle of the Djan’rū, Kandät Enna glanced skyward, then turned to face the Host’s leader.
“Where is Shamkarun Huldar?”
“No need to wait,” Olatu replied irritably. “His reports are sealed and packed alongside those of the Overlord and everyone else’s.”
“And if the Overlord is dead?”
“I have no doubt he’ll turn up somewhere. But as to how long that –”
The navigator raised his hand as Farushael of Cantori hurried toward them.
“He’s been found,” Farushael said. “In the water – drowned.”
Olatu gave an extravagant gasp. “Another death? Such carelessness! Mirashael of
