CHAPTER 10
They were both up well before breakfast. Penrys followed Najud down the stairs, and stopped a servant to make sure Munraz was awakened in half an hour.
“Is Talqatin still in the garden?” Najud murmured to Penrys, after he’d waved away another servant, looking to offer them refreshment.
She scanned and nodded. “In the kazr, by himself.”
They’d passed the corridor that led to the garden last night, and when they stood on the outer threshold of the building now, Najud paused. The kazr to their right just fit the space, its six-lattice framework covered with felts and canvas. The stove wasn’t lit—no smoke exited the zamjilah opening at the top. The surrounding compound wall blocked most of the early morning sound in this district of the city, and the breeze off the not too dista
