Outside the window, flashes of light sparked from hundreds of fingers drawing Aons in the air. Unfortunately, that meant that the children could also keep a close watch on the adults. The adults wanted to keep a close watch on the children. The Roost was located near the center of the city-within-a-city-close to Spirit's own home, the Korathi Chapel where he held most of his important meetings. The children-the fifty or so of them beneath her care-stayed in an open-windowed building dubbed the "Roost" because of the intricate carvings of birds on most of its walls. "Something's going on," said Tiil, stepping up beside his friend. I don't see why you think today should be any different." "You had to go to bed yesterday at this time," she noted. Matisse folded her arms, raising a hairless eyebrow at the little boy. "Do we really have to go to bed, Matisse?" Teor asked, giving her his best wide-eyed look. Ever since Dashe had found her and taken her back to Karata's palace, Matisse had been watching after the little ones. She'd been doing it for longer than Spirit had been around. She didn't mind her job-actually, she rather enjoyed it. Everyone had to have a job that was Spirit's rule. That was just before the monks attacked Kae, and I went to New Elantris, completely unaware of what was about to occur." "It began when Lady Sarene sent me ahead to New Elantris, to warn Galladon and Karata that she was sending them a shipment of weapons. "It is a long story, your majesty," the Seon said, floating down beside Raoden's chair. In fact, the only time I remember seeing you is when you came to tell me that Sarene had been kidnapped and taken to Teod." "I don't remember anything of you for most of the night. "Where were you during those last hours before Elantris was restored?" Raoden asked.
"I've been meaning to ask you something." "Ashe," Raoden said, a thought suddenly occurring to him. Still, thinking about such things took his mind back to New Elantris, and the simple peace he'd forged inside the city. Nobody in Arelon would ever go hungry again. Raoden himself could turn garbage into fine corn. Now it's so commonplace that we can spend an hour dallying before we eat. We once struggled so hard for just a little bit of food, he thought. Galladon had once explained that there were plates made to glow when pressed-but they'd both forgotten just how much light had come from the stones themselves. He'd always wondered about the lack of lantern brackets in Elantris. The walls around him glowed with a very faint light, and no torches or lanterns were necessary. Raoden sighed, resting his arms on the table of his palace inside Elantris. 'Tell him,' she said, 'that I'm pregnant and it's his fault, so that means he has to do what I want.'"Īshe pulsed again, looking as embarrassed as a Seon could, considering he was simply a ball of light. But.she made me promise to relay a message if you complained. "Dinner was supposed to start an hour ago."Īshe pulsed slightly. "A tad?" Raoden asked, amused as he sat at the table.
She's going to be a tad late for dinner." "My lord," Ashe said, hovering in through the window.
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