Kivan and the smaller party rode out to clear skies, despite Dominion’s worries. The tall man had been uncharacteristically quiet before the departure on horseback. Usually his presence in her mind, when he was close by, was constant. He needled atpeople, annoying them.
Sastra, Ari and Harn had watched from a small tower, a minuet, that rose higher than the rest of the Palace complex. It was cooler, with a fresh wind running down from the Eastern mountains. Sastrs tracked their progress through a telescope, until they were beyond the road lined with mage lights and out of sight.
‘You could still change your mind, you know,’ Ari nudged her in the side, ‘instead of looking after him like a love sick puppy?’
Sastra rolled her eyes, but it was hard to swallow the lump in her throat. The wo
