Chapter Four:The servant Margarete remained silent as she padded through the worship area of the temple. With no candles to light the way, Dandelion wasn’t sure how the quiet woman navigated her surroundings. In her initial inspection, she’d noticed no doors save one to leave this room. Perhaps one or more secret panels lay hidden around the perimeter of this vast room. It would be easy enough to conceal an exit in these heavy shadows.
The guide approached a statue of an unholy monstrous creation. Dandelion paused to ask, “What is this?”
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Margarete said without slowing. “Haven’t you ever seen a djinn before?”
Dandelion refrained from answering either question. After all, beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Instead, she stopped and admired the quality chiseled fro
