Gio knocked again, and the sound echoed weirdly through the hall.
He waited.
Galy won’t let him in, I said again, though my confidence was wavering. How had Gio made the door? Gracious, had he been telling the truth about something? Was he half drayk after all? Why had Galy allowed it?
He never felt like a drayk to me. I’d probed him repeatedly with my magnificent magical senses and never felt a whisker of the drayk about him.
‘Did you do that, Galy?’ I asked the air.
I felt his no shiver through the floor beneath my feet.
Oh, dear.
‘Don’t let him in,’ said Meriall. She stood, arms folded, watching Gio with a scowl.
‘Let him in!’ said Ori urgently. He had been watching through the wall for a while, and something he had seen was distressing him.
What’s the matter, Ori? I asked him.
