Chapter 69
They were alone but still he looked in the bath-house’s four empty corners. “Et-Nogolor’s Daughter is dead and the warlord’s son with her. She cut the baby’s throat at birth, then stabbed herself in the heart.” “Why would she do that? Was she demonstruck?” “I do not know, Hekat. I do not want to know.” Beyond the bath-house walls the sounds of warrior carousing filled the ageing night. Hekat felt the air around her turn to syrup. All the muscles on the inside of her body softened, lengthened, a flush of heat rushed across her wet skin. A chiming sounded in her head, it was the King, the King was speaking, telling her Mijak’s future. Her future. Precious, beautiful, your time is come. Languid, thrumming, she released Diablo’s wrist. “When did this happen?” “Three lowsuns ago.” The ni
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