Chapter elevenThey told me that Tiri, having had the knowledge of the keys vouchsafed her, must now go to a place — whose name and location they would not reveal — where she would learn to use the keys to unlock the mysticism born within her. I lay back in the warm scented water, grunted, and got on with trying to forget what had just taken place. Since my dip in the Sacred Pool my memory was such that I did not forget things, although, thankfully, some of the more horrendous evils that have tormented me I have managed if not to forget completely then to push to one side.
When at last I felt as though I could face getting on with life once more I eased out of the water, donned a long yellow toweling robe and wandered off to the saloon.
Oh, yes, by Vox. I was still the same Dray Prescot a
