Enndir,” Paydamat said. “It means enchantment.”


    Paydamat merely nodded, and Meleng followed Sinit?a into the hall beyond. Fevionawishtensen followed them and closed the door.


    Paydamat led them down the corridor, up a flight of stairs, and down another corridor. The walls, ceiling, and even the floor of this storey were all ice, though the floor was not slippery. Meleng found himself wanting to run a finger along the walls to check to confirm they really were ice. There were occasional markings on the walls, all of them enchantment markings. It was unusual for such markings to be carved directly into a surface, since they only needed to be traced with a finger to a work. He wondered if they were carved in for a reason, or if they were just intended for decoration.


    Meleng pulled his left hand out of his coat. The feeling had returned now. He ran a finger along the wall. It was either ice or something with the same properties.


    Paydamat bowed her head to Sinit?a. “I will take my leave of you, Sinit?a. I am sure we will speak again soon. Pleasant thoughts.” She placed a left hand over her chest.


    Lamdir Paydamat.”


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    Lamdir.”


    She frowned and her usually wide eyes drooped. “You don’t look fine.” She hurried over to him, sat beside him, and put an arm around him. “You’re shaking.”


    really angry—and he didn’t want to. He wanted her to stay happy. Could too much happiness count as an extreme emotion too? It probably did. Gods, what was he going to do? He wished Jorvan was here.