CHAPTER 8
NeaThe High Priestess of the Temple of the Blue Star, Maya, paced the hall of mirror-stones when she should have been sleeping. A hundred images of herself paced with her, turning when she turned, stopping when she stopped. She had seen that there was something wrong at the temple of white crystal, but when she sent to enquire, her messenger reported that she was mistaken, that there was nothing wrong.
‘Did you see nothing different about the temple?’
‘Nothing, my lady.’
‘Was the light not subtly different?’
‘It was the same as always, my lady.’
Maya’s beautiful eyes clouded, and the young messenger before her looked uneasy.
‘What should I have seen, my lady?’
‘You should have seen exactly what you did see, child.’
The messenger looked puzzled. To her, as to anyone else
