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“The ruks are ready,” she added.
There was no fear or pity on her face, her
black hair gilded by the torches and
campfires. Of all of them, she’d mastered the
news with little difficulty, stepping up to the
desk as if she’d been born on a battlefield.
“I didn’t know,” he said, voice strained.
Elide knew what he meant. “We have
bigger things to worry about anyway.”
He took a step toward her. “I didn’t know,”
he said again.
She tipped her head back to study his face
and pursed her mouth, a muscle ticking in her
jaw. “Do you want me to give you some sort
of absolution for it?”
“I served her for nearly five hundred years.
Five hundred years, and I just thought her to
be immortal and cold.”
“That sounds like the definition of a Valg
to me.”