I believe you, wa tarabibi, Tezziq whispered in her ear. Instead, he became obsessed with chasing Kundalan myth, with befriending theslaves. That cannot be tolerated. He is not my— She cried out as his finger dug into her shoulder.
Thigpen! Riane cried, stopping in her tracks. They were sleek and small. Who perpetrated this outrage, Makktuub's guards? No. Once the eye was immersed she could notallow it to dry out; otherwise, it would lose all its power.
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