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It had gotten her out of the chains, the
prince had explained. And if the ilken were
resistant to their magic, then learning the
ancient marks would come in handy with all
they faced ahead. The battles both physical
and magic.
Such strange, difficult markings. Elide
couldn’t read her own language, hadn’t tried
to in ages. Didn’t suppose she’d be granted
the opportunity anytime soon. But learning
these marks, if it helped her companions in
any way ... she could try. Had tried, enough to
know a few of them now.
Gavriel dared another mouthful of the
porridge, offering the innkeeper a tight smile.
The man looked so relieved that Elide picked
up her own spoon and choked down a bite.
Bland and a bit sour—had he put salt in it,
rather than sugar?—but ... it was hot.
Gavriel met her stare, and Elide again