Chapter TwelveMistress of Dread
Iarion paced inside the first chamber of the tomb, desperately wishing he had accompanied Barlo. Alfiabalas and Lodariel watched him in wary silence. None of them had said much of anything since Barlo had left.
He’s been gone too long... I should have forced the boy to take me with them.
Iarion shook his head. He didn’t doubt Barlo’s abilities, but he disliked being left behind. Why had the queen insisted Barlo go to her alone? What did she know about Rasniwyn and the herb she sought? His imagination produced one wild theory after another.
Maybe the queen knows her mate has kidnapped Rasniwyn. He could have used the promise of the herb as bait... No, Menes showed no sign of falsehood when I spoke with him. Either he is a cunning liar, or the queen is the
