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JESSICA LET IZTHO lead her down into the courtyard of the guesthouse, where the patrons sat at tables for breakfast. Still in the tunic and trousers she had worn to the Pengali hideout last night, she felt hot and sweaty. While he pushed her into a chair, she tried to mumble something about a bath, but her tongue wouldn’t work.
Her brain felt like someone had been at it with an axe, trying to split it in two.
Iztho poured light green juice in a cup and passed it to her.
“I think you and I should leave as soon as possible. You are in shock. You are in need of a Healer and I wouldn’t trust the ones in this pitiful town. As soon as we have finished our meal, I’ll go to the Exchange. I think you are ready to pass as a local.”
He didn’t say my wife.
Jessica attempted to wipe haziness f
