Yeh
qualgum penjur, Jerem Cozak had said, back in the Well of Faith’s Healing. Let
oceans enfold you. It’s not a hard language to pick up, your basic Thaeronian.
But no one
else had ever said that to me here: let oceans enfold you. And I couldn’t
recall that phrase from anywhere in Earth’s archives. Not a farewell, then. Not
ritual at all.
Your
enemies are not of this world, he had also said. The Augers are opposition
only.
Yeah. I
shivered. Right. If the equatorial air was any warmer, I surely did not feel
it.
Ki shaking
her head. You have blackbrain, Cassan Vala. And you’re going to have it for the
rest of your life.
You must/
go down, said Suriel the Niskivim.
There are
too many voices in my head! I’d yelled at Ash.
There are
different kinds of bloodfish, Ki had said. In the ocean they form vast schools.
Yeah. It’s just I hadn’t seen any, not in all this
time.
And why the
hell was it so damned cold?
All around
me, the fog sat on its haunches. The haze shone a little lighter now. Came the
dawn, then. Hours I’d been standing there. Time to get Ash up. He had work to
do. I slipped back in the tent to find him snoring luxuriously. Men. No matter
what, they think they’ve accomplished something. He stretched out across my
sheets like an animal king. I clapped and kicked, enjoying myself. He came up
showing me entirely the wrong kind of eyes.
“Lieutenant!” I said. “Get my
valkyrie. And Nogilian.”
He looked at
me like I was mad. But he pulled his clothes on. I said no more. Exeunt my
personal aide and senior intelligence officer.
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