Chapter Twelve
The following afternoon, I waited in Admon’s study. Although I suspected he wasn’t going to arrive when I found the room empty, I sat down and stubbornly waited. Surely Admon had not forgotten. With a young man’s arrogance, I assumed that any matter of such importance to me must also be of utmost importance to Admon. What could possibly be more important than finding my mother’s killer?
But as the sun traveled across the sky into the west, and the shadows in the study lengthened, Admon still did not arrive. When one of the servants scratched at the screen to request permission to light the lamps, I finally retreated to my chambers in frustration. Admon had not even left me a message to explain his absence. Rather than wonder at what was behind this anomaly, I sat alone for
