16 The Women from the PlainTYR FIGURED THERE WAS just enough time to wish Azhur well before his consecration. He was well used to creeping up on animals through trees and bushes and used all his skill to move stealthily along the stairs and corridors where he knew he should not be. Dodging guards, melting into invisibility behind pillars, hangings, and statues, he made his way to the room he knew Azhur now used. Once outside the heavy door, he paused to decide between knocking or bursting in. The latter would certainly be more startling—and thus satisfying—but he realised he had no idea who might be with his friend. The Archpriest or anybody could be there and he had no wish to startle Azhur and make a fool of himself. Aienna could be in there and if she was, well, you just didn’t know wha
