“I don’t trust that guide, do you?” Morden cast a sideways glance at Pellean. If anyone could detect a sorcerer in violation of his commands, it would be Pellean. A hot-blooded warrior always knew one of his kind.
Pellean’s gaze did not waver from the vision ball. The glow of light showed the three figures couched in their fur skin pallets, asleep in a Beren hut. “What is the nature of your suspicion?”
His fellow council member’s tone conveyed he already knew why Morden had asked the question. He cleared his throat. “I have reason to suspect that this ‘Japhu’ is none other than our Sha’ul.”
The vision ball switched to a scene of Sha’ul’s cottage in the Veltlands. The sorcerer was sitting by the fire, stirring a pot of something cooking over the fire.
The vision ball’s glow illumined Az
