Chapter 12“Good to see you, old friend,” Druid Finnán Cadeyrn said, greeting him in the anteroom of his office in Ancyra. Across the street was the Capitol, the twin pillars of its erzurum cifte minareli, fluted minarets, crowning the monumental façade.
Culann grinned at his old mentor. “Thought you'd heard the last of me, eh?”
“Rumors of your death are constantly being exaggerated, Cull. Who's killed you now? Druidry in its entire, and now the Galician El Caciquismo? What's next, Mala del Brenta on Tucana?”
He shook his head at the barrel-chested older man. “Just my lot to upset the applecart, isn't it?”
“All of academia, too! How dare you expose us Druids as charlatans, as if you hadn't already? Professor of Astral Physics, Culann Penrose, forensic physicist, University of Cardiff, t
