Nor had the baron’s men been able to locate Zelia. Would she follow Dmetrio and the mind seed back to Hlondeth? If so, Arvin would have to tread carefully, starting the moment his ship docked there. Tymora willing, he would spot Zelia before she spotted him.
The ship rose and fell, its rigging creaked, and tie-lines fluttered against the taut canvas above. Arvin could no longer see Mimph; the gloom had swallowed it. “Farewell, Sespech,” he said. “I doubt I’ll see you again.”
Then he turned to stare across the water at the dark line that was the north shore of the Vilhon Reach—at the faint green glow on the horizon that was Hlondeth. Somewhere beneath its streets, Sibyl was laired in an ancient temple, with her half of the Circled Serpent.
Somewhere in the city above, Dmetrio had his half. Somehow, Arvin would have to find one or the other, before the two halves were joined.
