CHAPTER 12
Najud leaned on his elbows over the Collegium wall where it came closest to the bridge. Tavnastok was visible far below and more than a mile away—he could almost count the buildings in Bridge Square, but it was further than he could reach. When he tried to pick up the minds of Tavnastok—so many, and so tantalizingly close—he found nothing but a few travelers at his end of the bridge, and a chilly breeze carrying the moisture of the river.
He’d hated leaving Penrys standing for two nights in a row, but he’d thought it couldn’t be helped. Daerget had introduced him to many of his friends and colleagues, and he’d talked himself hoarse giving them all the details that had been kept from them. Most were like his new friend—young men and women in the blues—but some were older, and a
