Dale teleported to the south wing of the white castle, startling a few servants who had been serving the evening meal.
He nodded in greeting and headed toward the quarters of Clann Càirn, the House of Stone. The entire wing was reserved for some of the minor clans, with the stone singers at the far end as a safety measure.
Clann CàirnHe felt many presences as he marched down the corridor, picking up bits and pieces of conversations, as well as thoughts and private conversations with his mental powers. If these people knew the extent of his abilities—as well as his father’s—they might not spend so much time at court. Very few secrets remained so here with the House of Wind in control. He had no doubt that his own dealings would soon reach his father’s ears.
The chatter of mouths and mind
