Chapter 5Antyr opened his mouth to cry out at the apparition, a mixture of nightmarish fantasies and wild fears of palace conspiracies flooding into his mind.
At the same time, his mind involuntarily cried out to his Companion. ‘Tarrian!’
There was no reply.
He tried to sit up, but some force restrained him. More thoughts of palace conspiracies swirled around him. The food had been drugged. He had been taken silently to some Lord’s torture chamber to have the secrets of the Duke’s dream torn from him...
No. This couldn’t be true. There was the law. He was a Guildsman. He couldn’t be arrested without warrant like some ruffian from the Moras, but...
... power and wealth were power and wealth.
He dragged his scattering thoughts back to the dark figure above him.
The lamp swung from sid
