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“Probably not,” she mumbled

“Be patient with him He’ll come around—he’s had a hard time”

Karigan frowned And she hadn’t? Who had born the consciousness of Mornhavon the Black within her? Who had been assaulted, stabbed, and et to have excuses when it was his behavior that had been execrable? Abruptly she stood and strode out of the chamber

“Karigan, wait!” Garth called after her

She kept walking and did not stop till she reached her own cha breath Without a hearth fire to warm her room, it was cool, which in turn helped to cool her temper

To her surprise, she discovered a white cat sitting in theat her with pale blue eyes

“Hello,” Karigan said

The cat stood and stretched, then leaped off her bed, darting past her legs through the doorway Karigan peered into the corridor, but there was no sign of it

“Strange,” she mur ghosts again Ghost kitties? That was all she needed

She shrugged The cos of the castle’s mousers, supernatural or not, were the least of her worries She would sit down and list all the things she would want along with her for her i journey It would help her keep herZachary

KING ZACHARY’S TREASURE

The Huradeshian dancers wove circular patterns to the beat of dru in the background Their dance was not dance as Estora and other Sacoridians knew it; a refinedin ti quite different, their dance like a story unfolding in a foreign language that required interpretation Sacoridians had no point of reference fro in its alienness, even uncomfortable

The dancers wore animal masks decorated with feathers, antlers, and fur, so specific creatures, others without any semblance at all to the natural world Many of the e eyeballs and teeth, soh with scarlet, like blood