Ema had lit only one bulb in her chambers and its poor light made the shadow extended.

Lots of individuals were asleep or were joyful over the council that took place in the pack house last night. But for Ema, or rather, there is no rest, no calm.

Her thoughts were sophisticated and always examining, even the simplest judgments and acts that were performed.

A gentle knock on the door prevented her from continuing the lines of thought.

“Come in,” she murmured in a quiet composed voice but from the look of things she was far from being peaceful inside.

A skinny man entered the room locking the door behind...