The spy bent over a little on the table and gave him a letter. Menkar opened the envelope's seal and pulled the letter out with his long slender fingers. He read it twice as his eyes turned colder with every sentence. Keeping it aside, for a long time, he brushed his white beard as if pondering on something. His gaze went back to the letter as he whispered a spell. A small fire ignited on the end of his finger. He torched the letter with it.
It had been a few days since he had touched the soul stone. So, he drew it out of his robe. He held it against the dim light of the solitary oil lantern that was burning brightly in his study. A faint light pulsated inside it. He rubbed his thumb over it and fresh sparks of energy tingled all over his skin. Renewed with more energy, he let out a rough exhale. His lips curled up. He could feel more power in the stone. It was as if her soul was getting stronger. He looked at the spy and said, "What is the news about Tania?"
