Chapter FiveFor a long while Gairynzvl sat, quietly watching the mild, pleasant revelry of the Hwyndari while recollections of brash carousing, intemperate drinking, vulgar contests and lascivious enticements careened through his thoughts. When Ayla and Nayina got up to join a circle of other young shefey in an intricate dance that started out stately and measured of pace, but grew in its zeal each time it repeated until they whirled and laughed with the gaiety of younglings, he pushed back from the table abruptly. Snatching up the full chalice of wine he had poured, he hastily withdrew to the far corner of the hall.
There he stood amidst the shadows, watching the serene party unfold and listening to the mystical music of the players as he struggled to control the craving spreading inside
