Chapter fifteen
Irlimyrit, the frozen wasteland
(The Tollyn, Ten)Must we? Raven’s black eyes are pleading.
He is strong. Remember we use them for their good as well as ours.
But what if he does not survive?
Geya shrugs. There are many more of them.
Raven replies very quietly. I do not think so, Geya. Not like him.
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Maggie Fenty watched over Jacq’s wife, Katrione, as she slept in the double bed in the upstairs room at the Compass Rose. The doctor had been and gone — he had stitched the nasty cut in the girl’s forehead and administered a sleeping draught to calm her hysterical crying. Now she slept fitfully, still hiccupping sobs, as if her sorrow remained wide-awake somewhere deep inside her.
It was morning when Katkin arrived at the inn. She simply hadn’t been able to think
