Chapter 110
“Of course. But you don’t let it show.” He gives me that brilliant smile, and I shake my head. This time, our guards have already escorted the visitors to a small chamber inside the ziggurat. There are, as the messenger warned, quite a few of them. I count a dozen armed Imperials, including Vegar, all young men wearing old-fashioned swords, dark robes, and with their hair done up in the same strange, elaborate style. Four of them stand in a square around a young woman in a long, voluminous kizen, with a silk veil drawn in front of her face. To one side of these dignitaries, there are another dozen people in less elaborate costumes. They’re evenly split between dark-skinned southerners and pale, blond icelings dressed for labor in rough vests and trousers. Beside them is a pile of heavy c
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