The roof of the Palace of Lanthanor was a place that he had never visited much. Right now, he found himself on it, gazing out at the last of the stars that were still present while the large droplet of blood floated in front of him.
Letting out a deep breath, Daneel lowered his eyes and fixed them on it as he started to study it again, with the hope that he might find some clue as to what was waiting for him within.
The second stretched on, but there was nothing else to be seen or felt except for that urge to bow that he had felt the first time it had appeared in front of him. The other droplets had all been stored in a different place, but the absence of their reverence did not diminish its grandness at all. Like a ruler who stayed a ruler even if there was no one to bow to him, the drop of blood hung there supreme.
