Chapter Forty-One
Lucaät and Mirashael
Lucaät of Faytha stepped from a broad street in the jewelers’ district of Crafters into a narrow alley adjacent to the enclave. A barrel-chested Cantori named Sender, the Agent’s potential replacement, came through with him.
The portal guard stared at Lucaät’s high-status braid, as if unsure what to say.
Lucaät gestured toward Sender. “He’s with me.”
“Yes, my lord!” The ashessé bowed and waved them on.
“Tiresome,” he murmured to Sender, but he doubted his new operative understood why.
A heavy screen slapped into place, and Lucaät frowned. His former aide would never have been so clumsy. What exactly had been done to the Agent even Tsemkarun Jaldan of Trianog, a specialist in matters of the mind, did not know – but it was obscene. The informatio
