Chapter nine“Well, I’m going,” said Tiri, her chin defiantly up. “I’m going right away. And that’s final.”
We stood, the young temple dancer and the two kregoinyes, on a high terrace of Nandisha’s palace overlooking Oxonium. The princess and the children were in the inner apartments resting and recuperating after their ordeal. Fweygo glanced sideways at me.
“One of us must stay with the princess.”
“I’ll go with—” I started to say.
Tiri cut in fiercely. “I am quite capable of going myself. I do not need to be nursemaided.”
I looked out over the city bathed in the streaming mingled lights of the twin suns. Oxonium was an intriguing place, full of interest and contradictions. The inhabitants lived in some luxury and splendor on the flat tops of a number of steep-sided hills. In the runne
