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The surface of the water in the viewing bowl rippled and bent as Petron’s breath pushed down upon it, his eyes searching through it as he tried to will the water to show him something, anything, of what was happening to the others. Daemi. Heather. Frankle. Wilt.
Perhaps even Higgs, he mused as he gave up and sat back with a sigh, the ripples in the water reaching the edge of the bowl and bouncing back into themselves to send his reflection shimmering up at him, his elderly features the only image the waters deigned to show him.
‘Petron?’
He turned toward the voice in the doorway, pushing the viewing bowl back to the far edge of the table and covering it with a cloth. ‘Lodan. Come in.’ Petron smiled as Lodan edged inside the doorway of the queen’s study and stopped just a step inside
