CHAPTER 55Josyff struggled to move away from the knife under his chin, but it remained purposefully constant — and the pressure of the arm around his throat increased. His pulse began to pound in his ears, merging with the din of the surrounding crowd and then overtopping it.
Then there was a brief maelstrom of whirling blackness and abruptly he was free.
He was lying unsteadily on... something?
Abuse came from under him and the something pushed him violently to one side. As he rolled over awkwardly, the light came on. Blinking, he saw that he was in the Keep again. Nearby, Esyal was clambering to her feet. She had her knife in her hand.
“What’s happening? What in God’s name is happening?” he burst out, his voice hoarse from both Esyal’s choke and the fear it had induced. He staggered
