Chapter 6Darna had always loved the ambassadress’s garden, but it did not suit her mood. She paced the tiny quadrant of it that was out of sight of both the gate and the entrance to Iola’s chamber, where the prince of Onarun was rutting away. Darna felt no stir in the energy of the dragons in the earth beneath her feet, despite the rite in progress. Maybe the magic of the ambassadress’s realm was constant, unmoved by the rite no matter what the ambassadress did, or maybe the dragons had become indifferent to even the most alluring priestess in the land.
It was no good to be back in Anamat and then have to be shut up in the temple again, though she hoped that it would only be for a few days. She wondered – not for the first time – how Iola managed to live as she did, always trapped within
