Ciara took the boy inside the tower where she already indicated. The great wooden door went wide open. Bo's mouth dropped from what he witnessed as the door moved away with a lift of her finger.
The bookshelves rowed around the circular wall and filled with many old books. Grass expanded through the floor and gave rise to the extraordinary natural carpet. A stone table was standing in the middle and a silver tray had put on it. A fictile pitcher was beside the tray.
Spiral stairs had grown from the floor and moved up passing through each curved frame.
"Is this the place that you catch the new arrivals?" Bo asked. He was stunned and barely remembered to inhale or exhale his breath.
She nodded and extended her hand to the tray.
"Yes, the underworld is a great region and only half of it is under the rule of Lashuka because the rest had been taken by the Roles!"
Bo walked beside her and gazed onto the empty tray.
"Who are the Roles?"
