The Dagger Of Adendigaeth (A Pattern Of Shadow & Light) - Plot & Excerpts
- A desert proverb After his ordeal in the cave, Tanis slept all the next day. When he woke, a brilliant morning bathed the coast in golden light—it was the first time he’d seen the sun since coming to Pelas’s home. Tanis felt hale, and hungry. And the zanthyr’s dagger was lying in the palm of his hand. Pelas seemed to have an uncanny sense for knowing when Tanis was awake, for he came into his room just as the lad was getting up to greet the day. His arrival was preceded by a tap upon the bedroom door, and then the man’s head slipped through the parting. “Ah, good,” he said pleasantly, his copper eyes bright. “You’re up.” He came inside carrying several packages, but Tanis barely noticed them, for his attention was riveted to the man instead. Pelas looked resplendent in a violet coat cut in his usual flared style, the silk worked all over with spiraling patterns in black and gold thread.
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