Now the superior Xuntalese lady had not said those usual conspiratorial words so uniformly used in these situations. She had not in a dark and mysterious voice said: “Come alone!”
From that and my feelings that this was an effective way for Naghan to contact me I did not think I was walking into a trap.
Of course, on Kregen, that wonderful and terrifying world under Antares, all kinds of skullduggery — including traps — must routinely be expected. At the least, it made life interesting and kept the old blood pumping.
The last streamers of deep emerald and lustrous rose were fading and the first stars were pricking out when I entered The Crystal Griffon.
My hope clearly was that Naghan had turned up some information on the whereabouts of the young lord Byrom. Poor old Princess Nandisha
