Chapter 95
Her heart hitched sharply, she did not show it in her face. “You are in a Kinghouse sickroom. You hurt yourself, you do not remember?” “Remember?” He frowned. “No, I do not—” Then he gasped, and sat up. “Yes! I do remember. Yuma! My pony!” “Didijik is dead, Zandakar,” she told him sternly, and pushed him flat to his pillows. “He broke his neck when he fell in the horse-field. He is dead for your wickedness, his blood is on your sinning hands. Tcha ! No weeping!” she added, as his eyes filled with water. “Mijak has many ponies, it has but one Zandakar. What were you doing, riding tricks in the horse-field?” His gaze slipped away from her, he knew he had done wrong. “I meant a surprise. To show you, and the warlord. I wanted to show you I can ride a horse. I knew that riding trick, I did
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