Laegwen was in a well-furnished little room with a quilted bed, wooden floors and walls, a chair, and a table but no mirror. She walked out the door, closed it behind her, and proceeded down the stairs down the corridor. The stairs led down to a large receiving room. She walked, and I observed the surroundings as best as I could if only to prevent my mind from dwelling on some certain touchy subjects. There wasn't much to see. We seemed to be in an inn, and seated at a corner were Aunt Cairbes, Aunt Arnith, Uncle Ecthelben, and Duvendir. The sight wiped all coherent thoughts from my mind. These were the exact people I had seen this morning, Aunt Arnith excluded. Uncle Ecthelben was just as he had been in his study earlier this morning. Or was it still today? I might have spent more than a
