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"I’ll see that box, Wonda," Araine said

"Ay, Mu them to the royal box

Janson rushed to her "Your Grace, I do not advise …"

But Araine ignored hiuessed the contents, but the had to see it for herself The horror inside hat she expected, but worse

Inside were two great sealed jars of warded glass, filled hat looked like camel’s piss In one floated Thaenitals had been severed and shoved in his ht cut through her like a den of her pain Lorain, too, had aze than horror

The same could not be said for Araine Leesha had seldom seen a hint of eal aura to bear Leesha watched her powerful spirit collapse as she reached out and took the jar with Thahtly as she wept

"Guards!" Rhinebeck shouted "Drag these desert rats to the dungeons!"

Daing to a thrill of victory He had been hoping for this response Goading it, even

Gorja bowed deeply to the dais "Thank you, Highness I was prepared to simply leave, as it is written in the Evejah that an eht, inviolate Even in your heathen culture, these rights are granted a Messenger As your guest, I could not honorably strike at you" He smiled "But since you choose to compound your crime, I am free to kill you ht in his throat as Gorja whipped around, driving the heel of his hand into the nose of the closest guard Cartilage crumpled and bone shattered, the shrapnel driven into his brain Leesha saw his aura wink out, and he fell to the floor, dead

The two Sharu joints in directions they were not o

Da with impossible speed Janson produced a knife froht his wrist and pulled, hardly slowing his stride as he flipped the first minister onto his back on the hard stairs and continued

He could have taken the knife, Leesha knew, but Evejan clerics were forbidden to use bladed weapons Gorja needed no weapon in any event His aura flared brightly when he began his attack There was ic at work

In an eyeblink, the da heavy blows The duke’s aura had already winked out as the force of the leap tipped the great chair back Gorja took no chances, continuing to punch as he rode it down atop the duke By the time they hit the dais floor, Rhinebeck’s head looked like a melon cast from the South Tower

Mickael leapt to his feet The prince was fitter than Rhinebeck, larger than Gorja and with greater reach He grabbed the da to pull hi Mickael with a closed fist There was little leverage to the blow, but the lower half of Mickael’s face exploded with a crack and burst of blood, teeth, bone, and flesh left hanging in a ruinedthe momentum of his rise to add force as he whipped around and sank his fist into Mickael’s chest The sound of his ribs shattering echoed fro as the prince was thrown from the dais He landed twenty feet away, aura snuffed like a candle

Shepherd Pether atteht his robes and casually flung him back into his seat "Stay, infidel, that we may further debate Everam’s sway"