She ate her food slowly, but with gusto. It may have been only one long night to her, but it still seemed like a long time since she’d had a taste of home.
Dennor Hightower was staring at her. She looked up from her food and waited, patiently.
“Kael,” he repeated slowly, “is not a Lerienoijen name. You said Lerienoijen. How many scholars know that word?”
“I don’t know. How many?”
“I know three. One of them is me. And I’ve never heard of you.” Continue reading