Chapter 20Heirn woke more easily than he had anticipated after his fretful night. ‘Probably feel it later,’ he growled to himself, but his complaint was unconvincing. He felt good. The light coming through the open window told him that it was going to be another hot day, and while the continuing heat presented its own problems, on the whole it was preferable to the grey dampness, raw winds and driving snow that would inevitably arrive in a few months.
As he washed himself, the events of the previous day, with their fateful and fatal conclusion, rolled through his mind again. They concerned him still, concerned him greatly — a man had died and all manner of strange, frightening things had been revealed to him — but he did not feel burdened by them. It was not the response he would have exp
