Chapter 17Antyr’s encounter with Menedrion had at least overcome his hesitancy about inquiring of anyone as to where in the palace he might be and, still buoyed up, he fixed the first guard he found with an imperious stare and demanded to know the whereabouts of the Duke’s private quarters.
Fortunately, the guard in question had just seen him talking to Menedrion and gave him the information without even submitting him to a suspicious look.
Now, as he walked through the palace, Tarrian’s disturbing news conspired with the eerie problems mounting around him to unsettle him again and send his mood swinging rapidly between excitement and depression.
Gradually, he brought his thoughts into some semblance of order. Practical problems first: he had to see the Duke about Menedrion’s order that
