Chapter 3
Settling InElainya
Being thus dismissed, I followed the portly chamberlain into the hallway, fascinated by the way the torchlight shone off his bald head. Two doors stood to my right, and I paused, trapped in the echoes of time.
Light spilled from the doorway to the chapel's anteroom, tracing patterns on the smooth stone of the hall, worn away by years of servants eager to be about their tasks. Drenil's workroom door was closed, a dark patch in the otherwise well-lit hall. Only it wasn't Drenil's anymore. Perhaps Nian used those rooms now?
Thoughts of Nian reminded me of the trap I’d managed to walk into. His power had an oppressive sense that I had never felt from a Draska before. There had to be a way out of this net. Wasn’t that the way the legends always spoke of deals wi
