pendant was linking him with S’kith! Then his mind’s eye saw the red wall towering upward. A double onion dome above. An expensive shop, with rare carpets and the scent of sweet cinnamony incense. It all faded into the terrible memory of betrayal again.
He was back among them. They were all staring at him, but his eyes quested for S’kith’s. Was the normally expressionless man looking worried and . . . jealous? Keilin shook himself, and S’kith’s face slipped back to its impassive mask. Keilin sat down, weak-kneed. After a few minutes he described the shop as best he could. But the rest of the experience he left unmentioned. Was there just a trace of relief in S’kith’s face?
The next day they would go in search of the place, posing as ordinary