Chapter Nineteen
Devary opened the note hastily, almost tearing it in his anxiety to know the contents. It was addressed in Ynara’s hand; he couldn’t remember the last time she had written to him.
To his disappointment, the note was very brief.
He is safe.
He sighed in frustration, rubbing at his tired eyes. It was good to know that she had got Orillin away safely, but the extreme brevity of the communication was frustrating. Was she well? Had she forgiven him for losing Llandry – at all? Even the faintest note of warmth and support would have lifted his spirits enormously.
No matter. He would have to manage without her approval. He burned the paper, then stood up. He had an appointment to keep.
Indren had put him in touch with one of the faculty’s longest–serving members. Ern Greyso
