Chapter 4Sunna paced back and forth across the small room all afternoon while Darna lay on the dark bed with her arms around her belly and her face to the wall. The walk back to Anamat had tired her more than she’d thought it would, and she found herself taking deep breaths and falling in and out of a fitful sleep. She woke fully when Myril returned from the temple and the sun was sinking low in the sky.
“How was she?” Sunna asked as she paused in her pacing.
“The Aralel? Preoccupied. Tiagasa was there, demanding bribes and making threats. She seems to be doing the bidding of their Cerean advisor, or trade partner, or whatever he is.” Myril turned to Darna. “She said that his name was Girizit, the king’s emissary. Is he the one you saw on your way back here, the one you were worried abou
