The Margrave
“the Emperor said.
The great keeper, Imalan, bowed. “Mercy on your captives, lord. Let the Sekoi prisoners go free.”
The Emperor stroked the small blue lapdog. “I am not in the mood for mercy,” he said quietly.
Imalan answered, “It is the Makers who will persuade you, not I”.
The Deeds of Imalan THE SLIVER OF SUNLIGHT was like a wand—Soren’s wand, when she struck the flame trees and made them burn.
Raffi lay with his eyes open, watching it. He was supposed to be making a dawn meditation, but th...e light distracted him; it had slid between the shutters and was glowing, a beautiful red, on the stones. Outside he could hear voices, the clatter of a bucket. After its exhausted night, the castle was waking.
Galen had found this room. When Alberic had stormed off last night in a black fury, the keeper had only laughed and turned away. When the Sekoi had wondered innocently what they should do, he had said, “Sleep. Since we seem to be old friends of the new owner.” Now the creature still lay curled in its nest of stolen blankets, snoring softly.MoreLess
The great keeper, Imalan, bowed. “Mercy on your captives, lord. Let the Sekoi prisoners go free.”
The Emperor stroked the small blue lapdog. “I am not in the mood for mercy,” he said quietly.
Imalan answered, “It is the Makers who will persuade you, not I”.
The Deeds of Imalan THE SLIVER OF SUNLIGHT was like a wand—Soren’s wand, when she struck the flame trees and made them burn.
Raffi lay with his eyes open, watching it. He was supposed to be making a dawn meditation, but th...e light distracted him; it had slid between the shutters and was glowing, a beautiful red, on the stones. Outside he could hear voices, the clatter of a bucket. After its exhausted night, the castle was waking.
Galen had found this room. When Alberic had stormed off last night in a black fury, the keeper had only laughed and turned away. When the Sekoi had wondered innocently what they should do, he had said, “Sleep. Since we seem to be old friends of the new owner.” Now the creature still lay curled in its nest of stolen blankets, snoring softly.MoreLess
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