CHAPTER 19Dawn came with a tintinnabulation of bells; a musical chiming which rose from every roof and upper wall as the wind hit metal and glass to create a medley of sound.
Edallia heard it and was at once awake, rearing up on the bed, wide-eyed, relaxing as she determined the cause, sinking back into the soft, warm embrace.
Liza Olenya ignored it; it was a sound she had heard most of her life, one as familiar as her heart beat. Beside the bed the chiro turned on his mat, aware of her interest, opening his eyes to meet her hostile glare.
“My lady.” He was up and facing her, body bent, head lowered, arms spread in obeisance. “What is your desire?”
More ships, more crews, the position now held by Venicia Dobie. More wealth and more power and the answers to questions that had gnawed her
