I opened the door to the count's office.
Rowan stood as I entered. "The colour's returned to her cheeks, Master. And her breathing settled just before you entered."
He didn't mention the goddess behind me.
"He's not a believer." The Weaver explained. "Very few Academy graduates are."
"Thank you, Rowan. Can you do me a favour? I want you to watch over the princess and Miss Rita. There's something wrong in this place, and I want them safe."
Rowan opened his mouth to comment, saw my face, and swallowed. "Yes, Master."
He left.
"What's happening here?" The goddess asked, looking around cautiously. "This place is faint, I can barely feel it on the weave."
"Shadows. Bad shadows. They took the Count."
I went to the corner of the room, where the spirit prisons lay, closed tightly.
"This is the one we found in the Academy," I said, picking it up, and putting it carefully on the Count's desk.
