Zane POV
So it was that despite my earlier relief, drugged tea was in my future. At least they didn’t make me bathe again.
I had never been on a spirit walk, though Bertrand had and told me all about it in somewhat horrified detail. The walk had helped him, he swore, but he said he never wanted to do one again.
The size of the temple, particularly as it looked from the outside, was deceptive. I do not believe we went below ground, but I was led to a room I had never seen before. Two slabs of white marble were raised up on pillars, and the flute player was revealed to be behind a white curtain of fine gauze.
That was all I noticed before the incense started to get to me. It was sweet, warm, and woody and unquestionably frankincense. I felt my eyes burn slightly with it, and the odor se
