Ellechino’s MaskJal eased the door of the hidden chamber open just enough to slip out into the hallway, barely breathing. To his left the next door stood open, the guard still inside, imparting his news.
Jal’s first impulse was to run, but even if he escaped the palace, should they discover he had seen the Council of Muses deliberately breaking the golden thread of an artisan, his life would end at Souls’ Rest, staring at the spaces in the air, or becoming infatuated with tiles or some other madness. He couldn’t do that to Lisa, he thought bitterly.
Without making a sound he drew the door closed. Since this room was for secret observations, perhaps it was kept well-oiled to ensure watchers were not discovered. He slipped down the hallway, silent as the night, appreciative of his player t
