Chapter 11
Steigan sat on the edge of the bed in his assigned quarters at the annex sharpening his sword when a knock sounded at his door.
“A moment, please,” he called out, sliding his sword back in the sheath as he got up.
Martias stood at the door, shifting his weight from side to side. “I'm sorry about earlier this afternoon. The whole subject makes me uneasy.”
“Why?”
Martias stepped into the room, pushing Steigan back as the centaur entered and closed the door behind him. “I am telling you this as your friend, not as a sapere, understand? Afterward you've got to let this drop, okay?”
Steigan sat down at the foot of the bed. “What is it?”
“The Temple has many secrets.” Martias put his hands to his head, fingers running into his thick centaur curls. “Goddess, this is harder than
