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No wonder Sister Rosvita was surprised to hear that Sanglant had taken the throne, when she had his legiti with her

"My lady?" she said, not sure what to say or how to approach this delicate matter Ai, God Sapientia had vanished as a prisoner of the Pechanek Quman She had no reason to love her brother and every reason to hate hihten Liath, who had long since lost her fear ofhow easily she could destroy thee was beyond her power, and it scared her

Hoould Sanglant react when the sister he’d led to her doom reappeared on the scene?

"There, there, lady," said the seated attendant, chafing Sapientia’s hand between her own "Best if you lie down again"

"She doesn’t speak," said the elder nun in a practical tone, "and has not for many weeks, not since the cataclysm Poor creature We fear she lost her wits"

"Let her sit, if she will," said a new voice, one rich with age and oddly faht she is! I see Bernard in her The resemblance is remarkable Dear child! Dear child! Let me hold your hand"

A person lay in the shadows of the second bed, a frail figure propped up on pillows She was perhaps the oldest person Liath had ever seen, older even than Eldest Uncle As if drawn by that voice, by an emotion in the words she could not name or resist, sheinto a seamed face that crowded her memory and made her sway, dizzy with bewilderment

"I know you I have seen you before"

"Yes, yes, dear child You are she Bernard’s child"

"I ahter"

"Sit Take my hand I will touch you"