I could hear no one else in the house. But mortals had been here, that I could tell. They'd left their scent here and there. And the torches had all been lighted only a short time ago.
We went up a little stairway to the right, and when I came out into the room that was to be mine, I was stunned.
It was a huge chamber, with one entire wall open to a stonerailed terrace that hung over the sea.
When I turned around, Marius was gone. The sack was gone. But Nicki's violin and my valise of belongings lay on a stone table in the middle of the room.
A current of sadness and relief passed through me at the sight of the violin. I had been afraid that I had lost it.
There were stone benches in the room, a lighted oil lamp on a stand. And in a far niche was a pair of heavy wooden doors.
I went
