Chapter 25

There was a knock at the door and Qenthyeffe was allowed entrance. "I am sorry to disturb you, High One, but there is something I felt I you would want to know."

"Go on," encouraged Arhyvhynne.

"I am not sure if it is something I remembered or maybe my imagination," the elf said. "But I seem to recall waking briefly and seeing a face. It was hideous. Oh, and something black."

All eyes shifted to Jukhuule. The black robe remained implacable. "Can you describe the face?" asked Arhyvhynne.

"No. I only remember that the sight of it frightened me."

"Do you remember what you saw that was black?" Xenyssa questioned.

"No. I have tried but…" the elf trailed off.

Dhynelle wondered about the color itself. "Are you sure what you saw was black?"

"No, not really. Maybe it was just something dark. But it could have been black. I am not sure."

"Could it have been grey?" It was obvious to all where Dhynelle was going with this.

"Yes, I suppose."