Chapter fourteen
I take up a collectionThe mingled lights of Antares streamed into the upper chamber of The Scepter and Wand, a luxurious inn and posting house of Gorlki adjacent to the Wayfarer’s Drinnik beyond the walls.
Yamsin Weymlo lay asleep in an adjoining bedchamber with her own nurse and handmaidens to care for her.
Sitting in a deep brocaded armchair, her father, Dolan Weymlo, munched palines and kept ratatatting his fingers on his knee. He looked worried.
He’d thanked us effusively for the rescue of his daughter, the light of his life, and only female relative now his wife, the gentle Pilsi, and passed — as he confidently believed — through the Ice Floes of Sicce to the sunny uplands beyond. He had discovered his daughter’s loss only a short time before we’d reported her saf
