A stir at the door of our room heralded the appearance of the landlord and a messenger from Vad Noran. The meeting had been unexpectedly brought forward. We were asked to go up to Noran’s villa right away. Tyfar made a face.
“I must see Orlan Mahmud. You go on, Jak, and I will join you as soon as I am able. Jaezila must rest.”
“Very well. I just hope it is good news.”
“Things are moving, Jak. Things are going to go our way!”
“I’m sure you’re right.”
On the way up to Noran’s villa I passed a gawping mob at a street corner. Riding Snowdrop gave me, even with an urvivel’s lack of height compared to a zorca’s, a vantage point. The crowd surrounded a sorcerer. He was going through his repertoire of tricks and surprises. He was a sorcerer and not a magician, as a single glance confirmed. Hi
