Chapter 28Sylvriss stood at the half-opened door to the nursery and looked at her son in his simple crib. His arms were thrown up over his head and he was lying very still.
The Queen was holding her breath and she did not release it until she saw the slight movement of the sheets that showed her son too was breathing.
Then, looking around rather self-consciously, she closed the door gently and, pulling her cloak about her, set off along the wide corridor.
As she walked past the hanging tapestries and the ornately carved panels that decorated the corridor, Sylvriss took out the message she had received from Narsindalvak and read it again. Her father was safe, but though he made little play of it, his regret at not being able to come to Vakloss and see his grandchild shone through his sim
