Chapter 6I could make little of this, and nothing encouraging. If Helsgrad had been the intended refuge of these hunted Alvere then I dreaded to think what I would encounter there. A pity it could not affect my plans: for I knew of nowhere else I stood a chance of encountering Phoebe, whose help I desperately needed, though I gravely feared I might yet strangle her if I saw her again. It now appeared I would have to run the gauntlet not only of the delators but also of the enemies the Alvere had made at Vanheim, not to mention this “Deluminati” that had got the acolyte so terrified.
With so little to hope for, even the “interstitial” helmet that the strange and unappealing tinker had given me began to seem far more comforting an object, and particularly when my thoughts once more turned t
