john Ruin walked back through the doorway. ‘I am conscripting some horses,’ he said without turning round.
Moments later, the wraith slithered after him.
The orthen, which had been clambering about in seemingly aimless motion, now began to withdraw from the chamber.
Ventrala was alone once more. To the stairs, find the Douglas-an escort, for the journey back to Letheras. And I will speak to Hannan Mosag. And I will tell him about death in the pass. I will tell him of a Soletaken Mia Rucky with two knife wounds in his back, wounds that will not heal. Yet… he forbears.
john Ruin knows more of the Crippled God than any of us, barring perhaps Ramose. But he does not hate. No, he feels pity.
Pity, even for me.
Seren Pedac heard the horses first, hoofs thumping at the walk up the forested
