Holmberg, D K - The Lost Prophecy 04 - Twist of the Fibers by Holmberg D K

Author:Holmberg, D K [Holmberg, D K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASH Publishing
Published: 2017-06-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Isandra followed Jassan into the city, unable to help the wide-eyed stare she had as she looked around, studying the buildings all around her. They were simply—and skillfully—built. Roofs were made of a strange slate, nothing like what was used in the south. Most had windows, and the glass set into them was also skillfully created. They had decorative elements, though most seemed to serve a dual purpose, not only decorative but also defensive. The bars over the windows had twisted and exotic designs, but she suspected they also served to protect the inhabitants.

“How many people live in the city?” she asked Jassan, as they made their way further into the city.

“Farsea has nearly ten thousand people.”

Ten thousand? She struggled to believe this city could have that many, though it was possible she hadn’t seen the entirety of it. Maybe she had seen only an outer edge, only enough to recognize that there was a city here.

“And all are Antrilii?”

Jassan glanced back at her. “What else would they be?”

“What about merchants? Traders? How do you—”

“We are able to provide for ourselves. We produce everything required to survive.”

Isandra sensed a slightly offended tone in his voice. “I didn’t mean—”

Jassan smiled. “I know that you didn’t mean anything by that. These lands are the Antrilii’s. No others have ventured here in over a thousand years.”

“Don’t you want to be a part of the rest of the world?”

“With what we must do, there is no reason to do so. Too much is at stake, too many could be hurt if we fail. It’s best that we remain where we are, and that we remain hidden.”

They stopped at a two-story building, and two of the men in their party pulled Tarin from the saddle and carried him down the street, where they disappeared. She wondered where they were taking him, but was pulled from the thought by Jassan motioning her forward, and she dismounted and followed him into the building.

“Where are you taking me?” Isandra asked Jassan.

“You have come to the Antrilii lands. Now it is time for you to meet the leaders of the Antrilii.”

“The tribe chiefs don’t lead the Antrilii?”

“We lead when there is war,” Jassan said.

“Isn’t there always war for the Antrilii? I thought you told me that you were always fighting the groeliin.”

“We always fight the groeliin, but it is different from being at war. Only during wartime do the tribe chiefs lead.” He reached for the handle of the door leading into the two-story building, and glanced back at her. “You will find that the Antrilii can be welcoming. But you may also find that there are those who are not.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that there are those among the Antrilii who were not pleased that Nahrsin led warriors south,” he said. “And they will not be pleased that I have a Mage with me, especially one of the Magi Council.”

“How much can you know of the Magi Council?” she asked. She turned her attention to the street, taking in the strange city of Farsea.

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