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Tarkyn sent Farlowe away to give himself breathing space to think. He sat on the edge of the bed for some minutes, mulling over the events of the past day. He had changed. The world had changed around him and he had responded. Now he held Eskuzor in the palm of his hand and he wasn’t at all sure that he wanted to let her go. He gave his head a little shake as he remembered that the bodies of his brothers lay not one hundred yards away from him.
He knew he had to settle things with Navira but realised he would deal better with her if he rested first and met her with a clear head. But as soon as he lay down, his mind was beset by dreams of cheering crowds, conniving courtiers, woodfolk fading into the woods and his sister’s angry amber eyes; all swirling around him as he issued strings
