13
INTERLUDE
“He succeeded,” Ormo grumbled down to the Seneschal kneeling at the base of his dais, the little slip of Syrina’s message still gripped in his pudgy, powdered fingers.
The Seneschal knew better than to answer.
Ormo brooded for a moment, still gripping the tiny parchment. “Has Kalis Shen returned to the Palace yet?” He asked.
The Seneschal nodded. Yes, Ma’is. She awaits your summons as we speak.”
“Perfect. You are dismissed. Please send for her on your way out.”
Ormo listened to the Seneschal’s feet sing across his floor, the slip of paper forgotten in his hand. A few minutes later, the high doors at the far end of his Hall opened and shut, and more feet sung as the shadow of Kalis Shen approached his dais.
“Welcome back, Shen.”
“Thank you, Ma’is.”
He caught a glimpse
