24 Azhur's StoryAZHUR EASED WITH DISCOMFORT into the daily life of a Second Circle Loremaster. The position was an exalted one, he knew, the duties crucial and hallowed, yet to his dismay he was finding the reality didn’t match his years of anticipation. He was elated at the beginning but now his life as a priest was quickly becoming routine. His sense of anti-climax was crushing. The immense drama of his secret and public consecrations seemed very far away, and was, he reflected, not the best introduction into the priesthood.
The next thing duty demanded found him on a horse ambling down the sloping street to Bridgegate. The evening’s sunlight fell on the western side of the island-city and he could see the red-gold light touch the remoter sides of the tallest buildings and slide between
