She clapped a hand to her mouth, remembering her fist connecting. She would have bitten her tongue off before saying that last word, but it had slipped out before she knew. And then there were women like Garenia, almost as poor at keeping their wishes secret, though those wishes were ten times as forbidden. And Cadsuane.
The fellow had sharp eyes. Swiftly deepening darkness raced across sprawling hills of rubble, the few stunted trees clinging to their slopes twisted shapes like broken fingers against the sky. hing through the undergrowth, ridden by a man well into his middle years, with close-cropped hair and a pointed beard. Yes, we will serve you, but— Harine half-reared out her chair, spilling her tea.
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