Chapter Eight
As Lilian descended the stairs covered in soaked rich textiles of the past from Assyria. Her long dress caught the eyes of the lords and ladies from the court. The orchestra band began to play once more. Many pairs danced to and for between one another as the lament of the dead came. Ghosts moved about carrying swords and arms holding true. Gogu stood at the top of the staircase then looked up at the portrait of Dorena on the wall. He smiled and bowed his head.
“I have done what you have asked of me, my Lady. I see the Lady Lilian is the spitting image of you and her father.” He moved closer to the image and scowled looking back at Lilian. “Lilian will still be searching out your secrets to come; however, she doesn’t know her father is not dead.”
Gogu moved away and stroll
