“There are spaces. Gaps yet to fill. I hope to still see areas of bare wall here when I am older and closer to death, but …” He shrugs and touches cold, bare stone. “You don’t want to see Dal’s image here,” Lha-Mi says. “You’re learning well, and your experience shines through. But it’s your face I have no wish to see on the walls of this room, Lanoree. So heed this warning. Ignore it, suffer the consequences, and I will have let you down. Your brother grows more unstable and dangerous every day. Be wary of him.” “I will, Master Lha-Mi.”
