Chapter 90
After sacrifice, six warriors departed to hunt what meat could be found for their dinner. Nagarak lost himself in prayer. Hekat took her other, dirtied tunic to the stream to clean. No slave rode with them, it was a task she must perform herself. She did not mind, it was something to do. Leo joined her at the stream’s muddy edge and watched her work. Behind them the other four warriors played chance with their Kingbones, laughing at each poor toss and guess. Feeling Leo’s eyes on her, Hekat looked up. The sinking sunlight gilded his dark face, his eyes were shadowed, he did not smile. “You are so beautiful.” He sounded sad. “I wish you would let me dress you in riches, you deserve every bright color and all Mijak’s gold.” She pulled a face. “Tcha. I am a warrior, I need nothing but my tr
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