Nian? He must be, what? Sixty years old? He could have grandchildren my age. Besides, I had just spent enough time alone with Nian to know how he saw me — as a tool for his master. I trembled, remembering the torment I’d experienced at his hands. The reflect was insane.
I followed Terror up the stairs, lost in thought. When I entered my room, the time confusion overwhelmed me. Where my shelves had hung in ruins, fresh tapestries now hung. I dropped my bundle on the floor and pulled one side of the heavy fabric back to reveal the neatly restored shelves, empty save that vial I’d yet again forgotten to ask Nian about.
Miatra walked into the room behind me. “You’re back! Did we get them right? I had Joln and Tromas help me. Tromas picked the fabric. He said it would protect the herbs from s
