The Second Blind Son (The Chronicles of Saylok #2) by Amy Harmon

Author:Amy Harmon [Harmon, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781542029728
Google: B2cOzgEACAAJ
Amazon: 1542029724
Goodreads: 56083451
Publisher: #PrB.rating#4.61
Published: 2021-07-14T23:00:00+00:00

“Master Ivo, Liis is gone.”

Elayne of Ebba stood on the threshold of the sanctum, her red hair streaming around her shoulders, her feet bare. The higher keepers assembled for early blessing and confession gaped at her, bleary-eyed. The Tournament of the King wreaked havoc on the enclave, and the day ahead would be as long as the day before. The lines had already formed outside.

Master Ivo rose from his chair and motioned Elayne forward.

“Come, Daughter.”

“I saw her leave not long after we retired and thought the king must have summoned her. I went back to sleep. But when the cock crowed, I woke, and saw that her bed had not been slept in at all.”

“I will go to the castle,” Dagmar offered, his lips hard and his countenance dark. “I have feared this.”

“I will go with you,” Ivo whispered. “The rest of you, search the temple. Liis of Leok has been known to seek out her solitude.”

“We have looked, Master. All of us. We did not want to tell you until we were sure,” Elayne said, pointing toward the door of the sanctum. Bashti, Juliah, and Dalys stood watching, their toes as bare, their eyes as wide. Juliah had not stopped for her shoes, but she’d strapped on a sword.

“Your weapon will not be necessary, daughter of Joran,” Ivo said, but it was evident from her frown that she did not believe him.

“I will keep it until Liis is found,” Juliah said.

Five of the higher keepers, including Dagmar, accompanied Ivo to the castle to find the king. The crowd in the square cried out and clamored, thinking the keepers had come to attend them, but the temple guard closed in around the purple-robed men, keeping the congregants at bay, and they moved as one, up the steps and into the palace without mishap.

“Say nothing to anyone until we know. It will do no good to alarm the mount if she is . . . here,” Ivo instructed the keepers around him. No one stopped them as the procession climbed the stairs to the king’s chambers. A guard stood beside the door.

“I need to see the king, sentry,” Ivo demanded. “Is he inside?”

“What has happened?” the guard asked, fearful. The death of Bilge of Berne was a result of the Highest Keeper’s last early morning visit to the king, and none of Banruud’s men had forgotten it.

“Did you escort Liis of Leok to the throne room last night?” Ivo asked.

“No, Highest Keeper. She was not here last night. The chieftains were assembled . . . some are still assembled . . . in the hall, though most are not . . . awake. The king retired to his bed not an hour ago . . . and he is not . . . alone.” The guard was doing his utmost to be discreet.

“A daughter of the temple is missing. I need only to know if she is here.”

“I see,” the guard said. He turned and rapped on the door, calling out as he did.

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