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‘Gratitude?’ Withal’s laugh was harsh ‘You are thankful after coood one May you be as generous of thought after I force you into killing ure ‘I see your proble ods So you sit there, alone, in your tent, and that is the extent of your real air Skin-thin walls and the heat the old and lame desire Your world, and you alone in it, and the irony is, you cannot even coh, then, ‘Spare iven the probleht, and have found a solution, as you shall soon discover When you do, think on what you have said to o’

‘You still don’t understand, do you? The od, the more shall be visited upon you You sow your own htly receive is swept away’

‘I said go, Withal Build yourself a nest Mape’s waiting’

They e waves of the sea on their right and before them the delta of a broad river On the river’s other side stood a walled city

Seren Pedac studied the distant buildings, the tall, thin towers that seemed to lean seaward ‘Old Katter,’ she said ‘We’re thirty leagues south of Trate How is that possible?’

‘Warrens,’ Corlo round ‘Rotted Septic, but still, a warren’

The Acquitor h and hot overhead I must wash Get clean The sea …

Iron Bars followed, in one hand the encrusted object where the spirit of a Tiste Andii woman now resided

She strode into the water, the foa round her shins

The Avowed flung the object past her – a shs, then hips

Clean Get clean

To her chest A wave rolled, lifted her fro her towards the shore She clawed herself round until she could push forward once again Cold salty water rising over her face Bright, sunlit, silty water, washing sight fro her broken lips, water filling herto be drawn inside

Like this

Hands grasped her, pulled her back She fought, but could not break loose

Clean!