Chapter 21
JAVES STOOD in the middle of the tent, with all the windwalker people staring at the metal globe in his hand. They were mostly men, but some women, all of them with dark skin mottled with random matches of milk-pale.
“Where did you get that thing?” the elder Tiraa asked. His tone was serious.
“I came by it honestly,” Javes said.
One of the men hissed.
“I swear. I was in the Field of Bones, and this windwalker came to me. He never said a word to me, but offered me this globe and then started raiding the body.” He still shuddered at the memory of the snap of dead fingers being pulled off a hand. “I never knew his name, and he didn’t ask me any money or tell me what to do with it. I don’t even know what this thing is. That’s why I came here: to find out. This is really, really
