night I was with Stormbringer.”
Her eyes widened but she didn’t resist as he guided her from the hypocaust and
past anxious snake-handlers.
“I have to talk to Tempus-convince him to do something he doesn’t want to do.
But it’s far from over, Kama.”
She nodded and slipped from his grasp. “I’ll want to see you again,” she said,
holding his hand lightly as she stepped away.
“I have a wife. Sabellia’s priestess and a noblewoman in her own right. She’s
staying out at Land’s End with my brother, Lowan Vigeles, and she’ll make
whatever trouble she can.” Molin swallowed hard, knowing that Rosanda had her
good qualities as well but that they no longer meant anything to him. “I am the
priest of a dead god and the nephew of a dead emperor. I walk a dangerous path
in full view of my enemies-and I would not walk any other.”
Kama laughed, a sensuous laugh that could get a man in trouble. “If I cannot
walk through your doorway wearing gowns and jewels then you’ll find me as I am
outside your windows or already in your bedchamber.” Then, with another laugh,
she was gone-heading back to Jihan and Niko.
Molin returned to his quarters, ordering Hoxa to prepare a cauldron of hot water
and to find, somewhere, dry robes and boots. The young man procured the
bathwater and the boots, but when he came from the wardrobe with a fresh robe he
brought an unwelcome surprise as well: a scarf of linen the length of a man’s
outstretched arms and the color of Storm-bringer’s horizons.
“Have the day for yourself, Hoxa,” Molin had mumbled as he drew the cloth