“Azhur, does—”
“Don’t you dare! We’ll have that day, I promise. Now I’m going!” And Azhur slapped Tyr’s shoulder, grinned at him and made his way from the Wait, dodging the open arms of Greitha, the kitchen maid, as he went.
~
THE PROMISE OF TIME with Azhur lifted Tyr’s spirits as he headed to what was still a fairly new experience for him: classes. Already, little lights of learning were being lit in the dark recesses of his mind. A sensation made sweeter by knowing how no one else from Falakhoth knew the facts his head was filling with.
Tyr raced up ancient stairs to The Fifth Hall of Learning and joined the other lads in a room hung with lists of ideas and charts showing how they connected and who had thought of them. Bulky scrolls sat heaped on shelves and tables, while daunting pa
