‘The gates of my Warrens, Ardata, the ones the dragons will now seek out.’ ‘What of them?’ A brief look of intense frustration twisted K’rul’s face. ‘What value guardians, Ardata,’ he said in a painfully slow voice, ‘if they can leave whenever they please?’ She crossed her arms. ‘Go on.’ ‘I need your talent … with webs. Or, in this case, chains.’
