Declan murmured. “It seems unreal, yet it is solid. Elianas, how many times have you done this?” “In here, never.” “Elsewhere,” Declan snapped. “A few times.” “Like this?” “It is always different.” “This will lead us out?” “It has not failed me yet.” “So you don’t know.” Elianas shrugged. “I believe the risk has merit.” “Gods, Torrullin, you trust this?” Declan demanded. “Can I do this?” he asked. “Not that I am aware of.” “Yet here we are walking on water in a space that exists more in the mind than it can in reality,” Torrullin murmured. “And I bring up the rear. Yes, I trust this.” “The real question you should ask, Siric, is whether he trusts me,” Elianas said from the front. “No, Elianas,” Saska said. “Do you trust Torrullin?” “I think I must, or I would not traipse through the spaces like this on a whim.” “That’s not an answer.” “The labyrinths of the soul, unfort …” Elianas froze, and twisted around.
