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becomes restless. But only two swallows and only once more this night. You can dose him again after
sunrise if he needs it.тАЭ

Behind me, I could hear the guard changing. They were calling for the tent sides to be dropped, and I
heard my name as well. It sounded like Arneath. I hoped not.

My patient sighed and seemed to relax a bit. Prest continued to bathe his face and arms. I reached down
for the bloody cloak and the cloths I had used for the cleaning, and bundled them together. They could
be boiled and used again. As I did so, I felt something cold and smooth under my hand. Through the
fading light, I looked closer.

It was an onyx brooch, a large fierce cat poised in mid-spring, with yellow eyes that glared in defiance. It
seemed to gleam with its own inner light. Especially the eyes. My own eyes widened as my poor tired
brain took it in. I knew what the brooch meant. This man, my patient, was a general, a leader in the
WarlordтАЩs army. Goddess. Xymund would kill him.

My eyes darted to JodenтАЩs. His eyes filled with consternation at my knowledge, then narrowed. His hand
clenched at his side, as if looking for the handle of a dagger. If a weapon had been at hand, I am not sure
I would have left the tent alive. He opened his mouth to speak as the guards approached from behind.



Chapter 2


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I didnтАЩt think. I just took the brooch off the bloody cloth and slipped it into my hand.

тАЬLara.тАЭ It was Arneath, Captain of the Palace Guard. ThereтАЩd be no cozening him. тАЬYou must leave.
Now.тАЭ

тАЬYes, I know.тАЭ Arneath would take great pleasure in preventing my visits to the prisoners. HeтАЩd made it
clear long ago that I, a Daughter of the Blood, demeaned myself by learning a craft. I turned, placing the
remaining jars in my basket, using my body to shield as I slipped the brooch inside. I stood, the handle
tight in one hand, the bundle tucked under my arm. тАЬIтАЩm ready.тАЭ

Arneath stood behind me, unconvinced. I think he had been expecting an argument. I looked at Joden
and spoke in his language. тАЬIтАЩll return tomorrow. Do not let him try to walk or stand.тАЭ I ignored Arneath
as he shifted from one foot to another, looming behind me.

JodenтАЩs face and tone did not change. He remained kneeling at SimusтАЩs side. His dark eyes glittered in