Chapter 51

Seft, it turned out, was a musician and a healer; Peter lifted eyebrows in surprise, and she said, “They’re linked, aren’t they? The song, the vibrations, the tissues of the body…the shapes we take…I’m interested in yours.”

“Ah,” Peter said. “Er…”

“She means the general,” Jeremiah said, appearing at his elbow. “Not the specific. We’re waiting on one more.”

“Oh, maybe the specific,” Seft mused, and winked at Peter. His cheeks burned.

The door opened. Everyone turned; Nerein, in his borrowed trousers and what looked like one of Peter’s knit jumpers, came in. The room, the fire, the bread and herring on the table, all became background.

Everything became background; Peter could only gaze at him.