Chapter 32: Talfryn
When Shanna returned, Talfryn had composed himself. He’d lit up the place in her absence, at least near where he sat, and didn’t put the fires out when she entered with her lantern. He remained where he was as she closed the door but lingered just inside, watching him.
“Kynithi,” he said at last, into the silence. “I’ve been thinking about it. It’s an old word for queen.”
“I hadn’t thought you had any education,” said Shanna. There was nothing hostile in her tone, but Talfryn still felt irritated by it.
“What does remyln mean?” he asked instead, put force behind it to seem like a demand. Shanna arched an eyebrow.
“Ethremyln. The word you want is ethremyln. It’s the old high word for shifter.”
“Kynithremyln,” said Talfryn, nodding. He could see how they were put to
