Late morning the next day, she received an urgent summons to the library. When she arrived, Elaaron was arguing with Benrisamel, ambassador for Ishter. The commander stood nearby, listening intently.
‘There!’ Elaaron thumped the map in front of him. ‘It happened there—in Ishter.’ He straightened, greeted Irenya briefly, and turned back to the ambassador, who stood silent and unresponsive except for his pinched-white lips. Elaaron eyed him briefly before continuing. ‘You will hear the details from Tysin as soon as—’ He broke off at the sound of someone shuffling through the doorway.
Redmund entered, bleary-eyed, followed closely by Penradin. As Irenya turned to acknowledge their arrival, she saw Tysin standing almost behind the door. The fleetwalker’s face was pale, his eyes glazed with e
