Chapter sixteen
BerbirocGeya looks stricken and the Numen laughs heartily. Never mind little Geya, we all make mistakes. I am sure this one will be rectified sooner or later. But the next time you decide to help, ask one of us elders first.
The younger Amaranthine has the grace to look abashed.
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Once inside the shed housing the water intakes, Gwenn ordered her men to lock the door. The man carrying Tristan unceremoniously dumped him in the corner and he landed hard on the packed earth floor. He gazed around the bleak, whitewashed room in dismay. It held little, except for a fireplace along one wall, and a table and chairs, recently vacated by the guards. A game of cards lay half-played on the table, and the scattered remains of someone’s breakfast. The bodies of six Guardsmen la
