CHAPTER 48But nothing had changed. The room looked the same, the fire was burning gently, a faint, homely clatter of activity from the kitchen was still drifting in through the open door, and Adroyan looked the same, leaning back in his chair. Yet he was not the same. He had been transformed utterly. What was sitting in front of Josyff now radiated a presence identical to that which had visited him after his contact with Esyal and the figure. He felt his stomach begin to churn and his skin to crawl as had happened before, but, also as before, he could not move.
“Aah.”
The sound was like a nest of disturbed snakes and Josyff tensed himself in anticipation of that nerve-tearing voice — {“...measurer...”}
And indeed there was a distant, echoing hint of it when Adroyan spoke.
“This will be
