Chapter 113
And that dropped his jaw all over again. “ Buy him? Hettie, don’t be silly. s*****y’s for uncivilised foreigners, not us.” “Remember well, my love,” she said, and rippled like a reflection on wind-stirred water. “The ship with the red dragon figurehead. The sailor with the triple-plaited beard. The man with the blue hair. His name is Zandakar. You must take care of him till I can come to you again.” She was fading before his eyes, he could see right through her to the fire-danced hearth and the mantelpiece and the cracked picture frame. “No, Hettie, don’t go!” he cried. “I don’t understand. Why must I buy him? What do I do with him? Is he the cause of our troubles? Hettie, tell me!” She was smiling, and his heart was breaking. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, thinned almost to nothing. “Rem
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