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It’s the sword It has to be The sword that would not release his hands Because it was not finished with Rhulad Sengar Death iftOffered by who will not have that sword It has clais over the Warlock King

This could tear the confederacy apart Could topple Hannan Mosag and his K’risnan Unless, of course, Rhulad Sengar sub’s authority

A less problematic issue had it been Fear, or Trull Perhaps even Binadas But no, the sword had chosen Rhulad, the unblooded who had been eager for war, a youth with secret eyes and rebellion in his soul It ht be that he was broken, but Udinaas suspected otherwise I was able to bring him back, to quell those screaather himself and recall all that he had been

It occurred to Udinaas that he ht have been to not impede that swift plummet into madness

And noould have me as his slave

Foa in

‘We hosts,’ Buruk the Pale said, using the toe of one boot to edge a log closer to the fire, gri at the steam that rose from its sodden bark

Seren Pedac stared at hied and reached for the battered kettle that sat on a flat stone near the flaloves as she refilled her cup The tea was stewed, but she didn’t much care as she sed a mouthful of the bitter liquid At least it aro on?’

‘Curb your impatience, Buruk,’ Seren advised ‘There will be no satisfaction in the resolution of all this, assu a resolution is even possible We saw him with our own eyes A dead man risen, but risen too late’

‘Then Hannan Mosag should simply lop off the lad’s head and be done with it’

She ht Prohibitions and traditions only went so far, and there was – there could be – no precedent for what had happened They had watched the two Sengar brothers drag their sibling out through the doorway, the liold that was Rhulad Red welts for eyes,itself up to stare blindly at the grey sky for aback down Braided hair sealed in wax, hanging like strips froaping mouth as they carried hie On the far bank, the village side, and e the citadel Hundreds of Edur, and even more Letherii slaves, drawn to witness, silent and numbed and filled with horror She had watched most of the Edur then file into the citadel The slaves seemed to have simply disappeared

Seren suspected that Feather Witch was casting the tiles, in soe barn where she had last conducted the ritual At least, there had been no-one there when she had looked

And now, time crawled Buruk’s camp and the Nerek huddled in their tents had become an island in the mist, surrounded by the unknown

She wondered where Hull had gone There were ruins in the forest, and ru, many days’ travel to the northeast Ancient as this forest was, it had found soil fertile with history Destruction and dissolution concluded every passing of the cycle, and the breaking down delivered to the exhausted world the manifold parts to asseed to the land It was not guaranteed to that which lived upon it Breeds ended; the last of a particular beast, the last of a particular race, each walked alone for a tiular eyes, and the vision behind the view She desperately sought out the caled to an extended perspective With sufficient distance, even a range of mountains could look flat, the valleys between each peak unseen In the same manner, lives and deaths,in this way, she felt less inclined to panic

And that was becoly important

‘And where in the Errant’s naation?’ Buruk asked

‘Fro all the way They’re co’

‘Would that they had done so before all this’

‘Do you fear that Rhulad poses a threat to the treaty?’