Leaves of Flame
Page 52
The woman hesitated, then departed, closing the front doors behind her.
Tuvaellis moved instantly to the trunk, flinging open the top and pushing the silky folds of cloth aside. Even in her haste, she was careful to keep from touching the object nestled within. She could feel its power, subdued but potent, and she didn’t want to waken it accidentally. It would not have the desired effect if it were released here.
If it hadn’t been damaged already.
She found it shifted to one side, only a few folds of cloth padding it from contact with the wood of the trunk. About the size of her fist, it looked like a smoothed chunk of marble, veined with streaks of green and flecks of gold, but as she sat back, she could see a steady light throbbing deep inside it. Occasionally, a thread of light would trace its way around the stone’s edge.
She searched the stone for any cracks, any signs of damage, but saw none. The tension in her shoulders relaxed and with a relieved sigh, she stood.
She would need to find another container. The trunk was too heavy for her to carry alone; it had only been transported in the trunk to protect it from potentially rough seas. Now that she was in Andover, she could find a smaller case, something light and unobtrusive.
And then she would have to find a way to get it to the Rose.