Chapter Twenty
Time passed strangely in this strangest of places. In point of fact, time didn’t pass at all, or so Limbane claimed. Llandry didn’t know how to believe or understand him on that point.
Nor, indeed, on any other topic on which he’d spoken since she had been brought here.
It didn’t help that he frequently spoke in enigmatic riddles and refused to explain himself. Lady Glostrum was right: he was keeping a great deal of information from them, for reasons she did not know and did not trust.
But it didn’t matter whether or not she trusted him, or the equally reticent Andraly. Her thorough exploration of the “Library” had merely revealed more of it; more and more and more rooms and halls and corridors and silent people intent on alarmingly big books, and never any hint of an ex
