Chapter tenThey did not ask me to remove my weapons in the Temple of Cymbaro the Just. Had they done so in this cloistered sanctuary I would in the normal civilized way have had no objection. Remembering the attacks and the fights that had flowered in blood all along these arcades and flower beds the first time I was here, I might have remonstrated with the priests.
The young priest, who’d greeted Tiri and me on that occasion, called Logan, smiled. “You are welcome, Drajak the Sudden.”
I acknowledged his greeting and we passed through the outer courtyards where the peace of this place could be felt as a tangible presence of the spirit. He conducted me to an inner chamber simply furnished where soft drinks and fruits lay appetizingly on a small table. “San Paynor and Tiri will be here sho
