8
Morning slipped into afternoon and the sun began its descent toward the horizon. My feet wandered with my thoughts, and I found myself alone in the hall that stretched across the front of the great house. All that day I had pondered over our situation, trapped as we were in the past with a future that promised destruction. I paused and raised one hand to study the lines.
“How did I do it?” I whispered to myself.
“Do what?”
I started and spun around to find myself face-to-chest with the much taller Lord Mori. His hands were hidden away in his large sleeves, and he looked at me with a mix of curiosity and some other emotion I couldn’t read. The dark lines under his eyes were less pronounced than the morning, but still hung about his bags.
I shook my head. “I-I was just thinking
