Chapter 22: The Blind God Takes Sure Aim

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​⁠After leaving Trevalyon, Vaura, with her attendant cavaliers, bent their steps in the direction of the ball-room, the sweet sounds of distant music sounding louder and yet louder as they moved.

"Woe be to that incarnation of selfishness in yonder boudoir," exclaimed Everly; "if he be the means of my losing this dance with the fair Queen of the Revels," looking admiringly at Vaura's full and rounded