With a trembling breath and gripping Tyrmar’s left hand, she began, “Well sir, I couldn’t sleep, not proper like, not after what happened. And I was tossin’ and a turnin’, must’ve kept my husband awake—”
“What happened?” hissed Bal-jarrak.
“Sorry, sir. Well, suddenly I woke up proper. Wide awake like I’d not been sleepin’ at all and... and it was like my head was fillin’ up with things.”
“Like water filling a bucket?” said Galdtchav suddenly.
“Well, yes.”
“You could feel the level rising?”
“Aye. Aye, that’s just what it was like. Up and up. How’d y’ know that?”
“A lucky guess,” said Galdtchav, and waved a hand. “Do go on.”
Azhur leaned close to the Loremaster, “Scroll of Manifestations?” he murmured. “Column nine?”
“The same,” whispered Galdtchav. “Excuse us, Mistress Iethen. Plea
