With offerings at the table. He gazed down at the table a moment longer, his stomach cramping sharply. Then he glanced up at the scuff of feet.
soulstices stood with her hands knotted in the pockets of her work apron, her stocky shoulders hunched. She hardly seemed to belong to this room, with its finely polished surfaces and brightly tasseled silk cushions. She was like a knot of sea-wood left by the tide, heavy, gray, gnarled. And today her heavy Yoga face was ravaged, her eyes inflamed. She shrugged, nodding at the carefully set table. “I thought you might take something before you go to the docks. “The others are at the docks? He should have guessed. Where else would the people assemble on the morning after two fishing vessels had failed to returnone of them bearing the successor to the dais? “They’re waiting there for the first horn.
If you’ll sit, if you’ll stop a moment to eat “No. No, I can’t. The pain in his stomach warned him against that.’If he ate now, he would only be sick. He glanced at her with quick concern. “Are you coming? Do you want me to walk with you? The path to the docks was steep, and soulstices’ balance was no longer sure. She shook her head and wiped angrily at her reddened eyes.