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The young wohouse Seren stared after her for a ave her that name?’

‘Feather Witch? It is Letherii, is it not? Those Letherii born as slaves arand your kind ht Why?’

Seren shrugged ‘It is an old na time, and then only in the histories’

‘Shall alk, Acquitor?’

Udinaas sat on a low stool near the entrance, stripping scales from a basketful of dried fish His hands et, red and cracked by the salt paste the fish had been packed in He had watched the Acquitor’s arrival, followed Mayen’s detour, and now Feather Witch was approaching, a troubled expression on her face

‘Indebted,’ she snapped, ‘is Uruth within?’

‘She is, but you must wait’

‘Why?’

‘She speaks with the highborn s They have been in there some time, and no, I do not knohat concerns theine I would have asked you?’

‘How are your dreams, Feather Witch?’

She paled, and looked round as if seeking soun to fall, and beneath the projecting roof of the longhouse they were dry ‘You know nothing of my dreams, Indebted’

‘How can I not? You coue You demand answers from me You curse the look in my eyes And, eventually, you flee’

She would not aze ‘You cannot be there Into me’

‘We are just the fallen, Feather Witch You,around the ankles of the conquerors as they stride on into glory In ti, and so choke theeance, don’t you think?’

‘You do not speak as you used to, Udinaas I no longer knoho speaks through you’

He looked down at his scale-sed? Hardly But does that ht the White Crow for you, Feather Witch I wrested you frorasp, and now all you do is curseyou ed a s hilanced away ‘Ah, I see now You have found yourself… indebted To ,’ she hissed ‘Uruth would have saved , except make a fool of yourself’