Chapter Twenty-Four
Foretelling
In the heart of the Imperial Bays, Huldar gazed up at the magnificent colored glass in the ceiling and hoped he was doing the right thing.
Inshogi joined him. “Splendid, yes? Ancient. How has such delicacy survived, do you think?”
Huldar shook his head.
“Up to now, the wind of the Breath has been gentle with us, I believe,” Inshogi said. “Yet things are changing under our new God-Emperor, and not for the better,” he muttered. “I am glad to be leaving this place.”
“You have not enjoyed your stay?”
“You will like Frith, Huldar,” Inshogi said. “There are no riots. We care for each other. There are no distinctions.” He turned to Huldar and looked him in the eye. “As archangels, we have a duty to ensure the wellbeing of our House, the wellbeing of all. It
