Greensight!
The instant that thought flashed through Lynn's mind, all color drained from the world.
The candles burning in the study, the ledgers piled on the desk, the bustling city of King's Landing outside the window-everything became countless tangled, interwoven gray threads.
Like an invisible eagle, Lynn's consciousness broke free of his body and gazed down upon the sleeping city from high above.
He pinpointed the location of the man named Donnel.
It was a guest room inside the Red Keep, temporarily assigned to him.
His consciousness pierced the thick stone walls.
He saw the man.
Donnel sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed and his breathing steady, as though meditating.
But Lynn saw far more than that.
Retrogression!
At Lynn's command, the river of time began to flow backward.
Donnel's face twisted and blurred amid the rapidly shifting images, finally settling into the utterly unfamiliar face of a boy.
Baelish's conversation with him.
His consciousness drifted again...
Across the Narrow Sea.
The Free Cities.
Braavos.
A black-and-white temple standing amid gray mist abruptly appeared in Lynn's vision.
The temple of the Many-Faced God.
The lair of the Faceless Men.
Lynn's "vision" followed the boy into the cold temple.
He saw the boy scrubbing floors day after day, learning how to abandon his name and his past, how to become a true "no one."
He saw the boy learning to identify and mix hundreds of colorless, odorless lethal poisons in a dim secret chamber.
The scene shifted again.
The boy stood beside a cold corpse, a sharp little knife in his hand, carefully peeling away the dead person's face with an almost artistic technique.
His movements were practiced and precise. He had done this thousands of times.
Then Lynn saw the boy standing before a pool, constantly changing his