if thandora had truly mastered the art , then her probing should alert the witch and bring her out into the open thandora sat in the darkness of her throne hall alone on her wooden throne cross legged and hunched over the pulsing light emanating from the redfire listening to the voices of her war council which rose out of the blood red light into her mind , with the voices of the council came flickering images which made the middle of her forehead ache .