CHAPTER 42
Najud sat alone in his kazr that night, the darkness held at bay by a single hanging lantern.
He’d done what he could to settle the newly rescued survivors. Khizuwi and Jiqlaraz took the lead in trying to help banish the illusions they saw, and several of the first group were surprisingly effective, too. The rest of them had been busy, batch after batch, with feeding, cleaning, clothing, and finally bedding their clan-kin in the four crowded kazrab they shared. The old survivors insisted on looking after the new ones, getting them through their first night of freedom.
The camp was quiet now, everyone exhausted.
All through the activity, the people who knew him had been careful to avoid mentioning Penrys. He could feel the bubble of silence that surrounded him wherever he wal
