Chapter 30Antyr sat alone in his room. A fire, lit by a servant, burned cheerily in a corner grate, and several lamps, also lit by a servant, complemented the fire’s earnest efforts. Heavy velvet curtains, drawn by Antyr himself, stood solid and purposeful between the light and warmth of the room and the yellow, dank darkness, moving softly and treacherously through the city streets outside.
Antyr was oblivious to the comfort of his surroundings, however. He was rapt in thought. Save for his attendance on the Duke to listen to Arwain’s dreams, he had done little else but think since reporting the details of the envoy’s dreams to the Duke in person following his more unorthodox nocturnal visit.
Ibris had listened, asked a few questions, thanked Tarrian with a knowing smile for the dream t
