Chapter 61

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When the last pyre was set alight and Banotaj had returned to stand with Jenkin and the Labyrinth lordspeakers from both sides of the conflict, sacrifice was made by Wyngra and one of Bajadek’s Labyrinth lordspeakers. The bull-calf blood was caught in two gold cups and presented to the Warlocks. The Warlocks unsheathed their knives and slashed their arms, they dripped their blood into their cups, then swapped them, in silence. In silence they drank, in sight of the Labyrinth lord and its Labyrinth lordspeakers and the gathered fighters, to signify an end to war. “Banotaj Warlock,” said Jenkin, as his wounded arm was bound with linen. No Labyrinth lordspeaker healing for this hurt, there must be a scar to record the peace. “The days of ProBajadek are done with and dead. That name now passe

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