The maid came running back after a few minutes. "Lord Lazarus is not in his chamber!"
Maeve closed her eyes, as misery skittered in her. This was getting worse by the minute. "Then send him a message to meet me as soon as possible. Also send a message to Prince Anton to meet me."
The maid bowed her head and went out of the room to deliver the messages. She knew that Maeve was in a terrible state. She was extremely pale and her body withered like burnt ashes falling from a log on fire. She wondered if the goddess would be able to make it even through the day. The soul casting ceremony was in the night and she had to sit along with the Shaman for it. But she was so fragile at the moment that she might have to lie down and attend the ritual.
