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Yet she knows The girl knows He had no doubt that she was Tattersail reborn -- the sorceress was there, in the cast of the child’s features, in the way she stood and aze The repercussions that tumbled from that truth overwhelmed Whiskeyjack -- he needed time, time to think …

Tattersail reborn damn you to Hood, Tayschrenn -- in’ advertent or not -- what have you done?

Whiskeyjack had not known Nightchill -- they’d never spoken and the breadth of his knowledge was based solely on the tales he’d heard Mate to the Theloh Rashan sorcery, she had been a the Eeburners had been …

There had been an edge to her, it was said, a hint of jagged bloodstained iron And, he could see, what remained of that woleam in Tattersail’s sleepy eyes had darkened, so it frayed the commander’s already rattled nerves

Oh, Hood One of those repercussions had just settled in his ive us our foolish games …

Back in Pale waited Ganoes Paran Tattersail’s lover What will he make of Silverfox? From woman to a newborn babe in an instant, then from that newborn to a ten-year-old child in six months And six months frorief that is burning holes in your gut? If so, then ill its answering do to you?

As he struggled to coirl’s words, and all that he saw in her face, his thoughts turned to the Mhybe standing beside Silverfox Sorrow flooded hiods were cruel indeed The old woman would likely be dead within the year, a brutal sacrifice to the child’s needs A htirl’s final words jarred the co’ The T’lan Imass -- Hood’s breath, as if h Where do I place my faith in all this? Kallor -- a cold, uncanny bastard himself-calls her an abomination -- he would kill her if he could Thata child but is she a child?

Yet Hood’s breath! She’s Tattersail reborn, a woe who served the E fact of all, she is the new ruler of the T’lan Imass

Whiskeyjack blinked, the tent and its occupants co with tu back to Silverfox -- saw the paleness of her young, round face, noted with a pang of eain The Tiste Andii, Korlat, atching him Their eyes locked Such extraordinary beauty while Dujek is dogface ugly, further proof I chose the wrong side all those years back She’s hardly interested inelse entirelyAfter a long moment, he nodded Silverfox she’s still a child, aye A clay tablet scarcely etched Aye, Tiste Andii, I understand you

Those who chose to stand close to Silverfox ht well be able to influence what she was to becoht a private conversation with him, and he’d just accepted the invitation Whiskeyjack wished he had Quick Ben at his side right now -- the Seven Cities e was sharp when it came to situations like these The commander already felt out of his depth Paran, you poor bastard What do I tell you? Should I arrange abetween you and Silverfox? Will I be able to prevent one once you’re told? Is it even any of aped, but not in soundless laughter this tih her T’lan Imass! And K’rul, the Elder God! Holders of the truth of the Great Ravens, a truth no-one else knows -- except for Silverfox, by the Abyss Silverfox, who looked upon my soul and read all within it

Careless, careless child! Would you force us to defend our-selves from you? From those whoht our oars -- would you see us unleashed by your unmindful revelations?

Should Rake learn protestations of innocence will avail us naught We were there at the Chaining, e not? Yet aye, ere there at Fall itself! The Great Ravens were born like ots in the flesh of the Fallen One and that, oh, that will dauardians of the Crippled God’s ic? And e not the ones who delivered to one and all the news of the Pannion Doic we can unleash, if forced to Ah, child, you threaten so littering eyes sought out and fixed on Caladan Brood Whatever thoughts the warlord possessed remained hidden behind the flat, bestial mask that was his face