Chapter Thirty-Five
Mirashael and Daric
From beyond a bank of brush-covered dunes, the hush and sigh of summer wavelets drifted through the muted windows of Mirashael’s seaside mansion. Flower heads nodded in their vases as a breeze swirled lightly through the room, ruffling the curtains around the huge four-poster bed where Leahät Gok slept soundly at last, thanks to the ministrations of the Naghari healer commissioned to tend her.
With a last look at Leahät’s Gokish face, typically plain but beautiful to him, Mirashael followed the Naghari out onto the wide veranda and stood a moment, sharing the sweeping ocean view. It was certainly far removed from his dingy shop in Crafters.
“Would Shamkarun Obrel of Naghar care for a drink?” he asked the healer pleasantly. “Guerdi, perhaps, or te
