Chapter nineteenNow that I’d calmed down from the fraught emotions urging me on, a puzzling fact that had been bothering me surfaced.
“Y’know, it had been raining and things were damp. Yet the torches burned splendidly. And the Shank stuff went up—”
“It wasn’t all that wet!” Delia spoke with a bite.
“Well, I fancy that—”
Delia gave me such a look that I clamped my black-fanged winespout shut instanter. “Oh, there was nothing magical about it.” She swerved the flier sweetly in the air. “You’re imagining things.”
So, naturally, I realized that in chattering on about perhaps the Star Lords really and truly helping us, my words would inevitably attract the intent interest of San Mrindaban. All the same, by Krun, perhaps the Everoinye had dried things, given us an assist.
If they had, I d
