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The memory of Feather Witch’s divinations returned to her suddenly, inexplicably, and the chill in her bones deepened ‘Come on,’ she said in a quiet tone ‘To the inner ward I want to witness this’ She edged back from the crowd and set off

‘If they’ll let us,’ Burukto catch up

‘We stay in the background and say nothing,’ she instructed ‘It’s likely they’ll all be too preoccupied to pay us much attention’

‘I don’t like this, Acquitor Not any of it’

She shared his dread, but said nothing

They crossed the bridge well ahead of the procession, although it was evident that word had preceded them The noble families were all out in the co them were Tomad and Uruth, a respectful space around the two Edur and their slaves

‘It’s one of the Sengar brothers,’ Seren Pedac said under her breath

Buruk heard her ‘To’s for the throne,’ he muttered ‘Hoill he take this, I wonder?’

She glanced over at him ‘How do you know that?’

‘I was briefed, Acquitor That shouldn’t surprise you, all things considered’

The procession had reached the bridge

‘Ah’ Buruk sighed ‘The Warlock King and his K’risnan have eed from the citadel’

Udinaas stood a pace behind Uruth on her right, the rain running down his face

Rhulad Sengar was dead

He was indifferent to that fact A young Edur eager for violence – there were plenty of those, and one fewer uaranteed that Udinaas would be tasked with dressing the corpse He was not looking forward to that