The Caretaker told him nothing more!
Whatever was happening in the Vasiliou Elsedimension was still happening, and the frozen underworld had nothing else to give him until it finished. So Noah opened his eyes on the Glacial Mountain and stood.
The snow that had gathered on him while he was away slid off his shoulders in soft white sheets.
He looked around.
Behind him the golden monastery glowed, and the slope fell away below the shelf into grey. Snow kept coming, as it always did now, and he stood in it and turned the new page over in his thoughts.
THE REMINISCING WIDOW.
A message to carry, an unread scroll of ice, and a woman who wore Atlas's ring. He would have to decide when to begin, and how, and how much of it to tell the old man in his other ring.
None of those were small questions.
Then he blinked, because someone was standing behind him!
