I’m sorry, Ms. Hatem. The need for venari overshadows the need for the boy’s schooling. It had already been decided. He looked back to his papers, clearly dismissing her.
I’m sorry, Ms. Hatem. The need for venari overshadows the need for the boy’s schooling. It had already been decided. Zaid’s mother wasn’t one to back down easily, though. She stepped forward. Please, your grace. I beg of you, give him more time.
Please, your grace. I beg of you, give him more time.Ishar looked up, irritated now. I have already—
I have already—Oh, come now, Ishar. She only wants what is best for her child. Another voice spoke as cool as a tundra winter behind them. Zaid turned to find Elder Tahir standing in the doorway. He was one of the youngest members of the Elder Council at the age of seventy-seven
