Chapter Forty-Three
Daria Enna and Casco
The Golden Wheel was dark but for a few muted globes. Daric Enna looked up at the moons before he went in. It was about the fourth hour since midnight, and a good time to find a quiet space.
Shera looked his way as the doors opened. Did she ever sleep?
“Need some quiet,” he said by way of explanation.
She waved him into a deserted sitting room and he settled on a comfy couch. Moments later his clever mind had breached Casco’s house-screens.
Casco! … Casco! he called, and shook his head when he realised he’d whispered the name aloud, an old habit from childhood.
Casco tossed and turned in the grips of a troubled sleep, then suddenly sat up. His hand went to his forehead.
Daric Enna?
Can you meet me at the Wheel? Daric asked.
Now? The Karesk
