Chapter 63
Like everyone in his village of Todorok, in all of Mijak, he prayed the King saw him in its eye. He attended sacrifice, he obeyed the King’s law, he wore his amulets and made sure the Kingd never saw him in his eye, for being seen by a Kingd almost never boded well. He lived his life believing the King did see him, he worked hard as a potboy for his father, knowing he would soon be old enough for proper potsmithing tasks. But then his potsmith father died and he disappeared entirely from the King’s all-seeing eye. After that came pain and grief, then Trader Hord with his chains. He saw himself a slave until the day he died. He did not dream the King had another purpose for him. The instant his fingers closed about the Kingstone in Et-Nogolor city’s slave pen he knew he was no slave but a
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