It was hushed in the hallway where Rannon and I walked. Outside these palace walls, the heart of Timmuzz beat with the sounds of manufacturing and trade, the sounds of a country once more at peace. But here, where our feet spurned soft rugs of golden weave, a late afternoon stillness held sway. And things were not quite at peace.
quiteAfter the fall of Vohanna and her black pyramid, the witch’s saddle bird army had melted away rather than face the hammering of the Nyshphalian war-fleet. Then, troops had landed to clean out the caverns beneath the jungle. The remaining gunpowder and the notes on the making of the powder and the steam engines had been confiscated. Even now, Nyshphalian scientists toiled to build a new generation of weapons and airships. The technological genie was out of it
