Chapter nineteen
TamisGeya pleads with the Numen. No... Please, grandmother, don’t send me back. I have so many wonderful plans to catch the Angellus this time. They will all be ruined! Her mouth forms a pout. Anyway, it is so dull there.
The Numen is unmoved. You wanted the death of one human too many, this gyretime, Geya. I should have done this long ago. Leave my sight, Fexella![xviii]
With a dismissive wave of the Numen’s gnarled hand, Geya disappears, though her angry scream lingers long in the air. The Numen limps back to the fireplace, talking to Hieronymus as she goes. There, that’s better. Good riddance to bad rubbish, eh?
She slumps back into her rocking chair. My heart... I shouldn’t get so angry. It isn’t good for a frail old thing like me.
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As soon as the wagon ca
