"The mosaic in the chamber floor is made from pieces of stone brought there from all over the Realm. "I hypothesized that it had something to do with the mural in the First Lord's meditation chamber." Then she gestured down the length of her body, and said, "Know you how this form came to be? Why it is that I speak to your family's bloodline?" "But I suppose that from your perspective it does share certain superficial similarities."Īlera considered her hands in his for a moment. "A simplistic way to view what is happening," she replied. He looked up at her, and whispered, "You're dying."Īlera gave him a very calm, very warm smile.
He frowned for a moment, both at her hands and at her reply. They had remained cold, inert, grey, as if the bodies had somehow become sculptures of soft clay.Īlera's fingers looked like that - like a wax sculpture an industrious mouse had been nibbling upon. The fish and other creatures of the river had been at them, biting and snipping off tiny bits of flesh. The men had drowned, and their remains had not been recovered for more than a day. Tavi had once seen the bodies of soldiers who had fallen into a river during a battle. They looked ragged, the material of them frayed, somehow, chewed. He moved his eyes from hers to her fingertips. If she took exception to his actions.īut she only stood there regarding him with a calm expression. The fury before him was a being of almost unthinkable power. His heart went up into his throat as he did. Tavi stepped closer to her abruptly, reached down to her folded hands, and lifted them.
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