Chapter 99
ndakar!” he said, standing in the hedge’s narrow opening. “Zandakar, what is it?” His son knelt before the sanctuary shrine, it was a carved scarlet scorpion with a raised, stinging tail. At the sound of his name Zandakar wrenched around and nearly fell. His expression was shamed, his face was wet. His beautiful eyes were full of woe. “Vortka Tragot! I am sorry, I am sorry.” “No!” he said, and stepped further in. “Do not be sorry, tell me why you weep. Tell me why you are here , so early in the shrine garden. Does your mother know you pray here at this time?” Zandakar dragged his forearm over his face, the rough movement made his godsbells shiver, a muted chime. “Yuma sends me, it is my penance for sinning. I have prayed here four days with only flatbread and water, Tragot. After today
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