Chapter Eight
Konrad left his house in the early hours of the morning, when the moon was high in a sky only partially covered with cloud. The glow it emitted was feeble, but it served to illuminate the streets somewhat. All the better; that would make it harder for his assailant to hide from him.
Eetapi and Ootapi were alert for danger, one sailing the winds a few feet in front of him and the other some way behind. They had camouflaged themselves to the utmost, so much so that even he couldn’t see them with his mortal eyes.
He made no particular attempt to hide. He had grown tired of the nameless, shapeless threat hanging over him since his visit to his master’s temple a day or two ago. If his pursuer intended harm, he would prefer to resolve the matter now.
In the end, though, his pre
