CHAPTER 15
The walk back to the Imperial Security building, under guard from a squad of brown-robes, seemed endless to Penrys, every step matched by the throbbing in her head. She walked with her eyes on the ground, sunk into her own fog. At least she’d stopped throwing up after the first half hour.
Every few blocks she scanned the area, looking for a buildup of wizards again, but found only a few, in ones and twos, and no chained ones at all. And none of the captives. Tun Jeju was with them and the guards were vigilant against physical attack, but she was worried about a second strike.
Tun Jeju had offered to shelter all the wounded, but both Mpeowake, from her litter, and Chosmod declared they would be more comfortable in their own embassies.
Penrys couldn’t decide what to do. She wa
