Chapter 14Myril took her bundle of parchment and bottles of ink back to her room and set them down on a small table by the window. It should not be difficult for her to write the history of the regent of Tiadun. She knew most of the shape of Darna’s life. Some parts were missing, but Darna had never been reticent. Myril wondered what Darna would think of recording her story for the guild’s histories. She might not like it, just to be contrary – she wouldn’t be in the best of tempers, locked up all through the waning year in the temple’s heart of hearts.
She looked out her window, wrote a few lines, and looked out again. She listened. There were very few Cereans left in the harborside warehouses and taverns, now that the ambassadress had flown. Girizit remained at the palace, keeping mostl
