“She’d offer fire in front of it?”
“Oh, aye, she might.” He gave a loud and unnecessary cough. “Blue, eh?” And he went back to the shirts. He was struggling with the new experience of folding them, and only because he had promised his mother he would. The result approximated folding, but was more of an organised crumpling. Tyr, however, was satisfied and crammed the garments into his cupboard. His interest in the Scroll of the Circle Hand was waning. “Blue?” he repeated vaguely.
“Blue rays are for power, especially for conferring authority or creating.”
“Oh aye,” said Tyr again. Having run out of shirts to fold, he was labouring to find some enthusiasm for the discussion.
Authran, however, was at the summit of his tale. “Well, these Ve-Haldthraad priests said it looked as if this meant
