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‘I don’t have them’

‘Think of them Cast thes, Udinaas?’

He slowly sat up The pain was gone No bruises, not even a scratch beneath the layer of ash He dragged his tunic down to cover his crotch ‘Nothing,’ he replied

‘You do not need divination,’ she said, ‘to knohat has just happened’

His shter Menandore She was here’

‘The Letherii are not visited by Tiste Edur gods-’

‘I was’ He looked away ‘She, uh, made use of me’

Feather Witch rose ‘Wyval blood has taken you You are poisoned with visions, Debtor Madness Dreams that you are more than the man everyone else sees’

‘Look at the bodies around us, Feather Witch She cut the dead’

‘Aye, yet they alkingSee this track – one of theed me and that is my trail And there, her horse’s hoofs aze instead fixed on Udinaas ‘This is a world of your own conjuring,’ she said ‘Your mind is beset by false visions’

‘Cast your tiles’

‘No This is a dead place’

‘The Wyval’s blood is alive, Feather Witch The Wyval’s blood is what binds us to the Tiste Edur’

‘Irels of the dragons, and even the dragons do not control them They are of the Hold, yet feral’

‘I sahite crow On the strand That is what I was co to reach you before you cast the tiles I sought to banish it, and its ansas laughter When you were attacked, I thought it was the White Crow But don’t you see? White, the face of Menandore, of Dawn That is what the Fulcra were showing us’

‘I will not be devoured by your madness, Debtor’

‘You asked me to lie to Uruth and the other Edur I did as you asked, Feather Witch’