He said no more about it, instead talking about the weather. He wanted to know what Lana could tell him about the strange cold snaps that the north of the country had experienced, where snow had fallen in places where it had never done so in written history. He talked about the skylights that had never been visible in Kadrish.
Through the fuzziness in her head caused by the wine, she remembered that once, what now seemed very long ago, in Tiverius, she had been worried by these phenomena, and she had been going to study dust devils in Ysherra. She and Viki—whatever had become of him?—had been on their way to look at disturbing changes in the weather.
Ultimately, she still was a meteorologist, and if the king wanted to know about those changes in the weather, she could help him. But not t
