Chapter Twelve
I WAS GLAD THAT THIS WAS OVER.
The main part was that Karana was happy, flitting around the room in her pretty dress, talking to a lot of people. I never saw her with her father, or, for that matter, with Eliron.
While all this was going on, a bevy of Pengali servants were providing us with food. They were all from the Washing Stones tribe, and although Karana had very much wanted Ynggi to come, he had known about this and had refused.
It seemed that even some of them were trying to avoid me.
Even though the mood appeared festive, the room was thick with politics. Not the type of politics I liked. The Semisu family was trying to curry favour with the Damaru family. I overheard some people laughing about how much Councillor Semisu must have paid to have his daughter cons
