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She was, she told them, a Kand, formerly pos-
sessed, of some wealth, that invested in partnership
with a Lyssian trader out of Gannshold. She had
looked to protect her investment with her pres-
ence, she said, and so gone out with the caravan,
circuiting the western quadrant of Cuan na'For.
They had journeyed peacefully, until they came to
the Kess Imbrun, moving eastward, and were at-
tacked by raiders come south out of the Jesseryn
Plain. She affected a shudder here, and essayed a
tear, letting her voice trail away as she spoke of the
running fight and how she became separated from
her companions, who must now surely be dead.

When she was done with her tale she sighed and
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sniffed and asked if she might moisten her lips.
Calandryll passed her his canteen and she drank,
watching their faces.

Calandryll, she thought, was disposed to believe
her without undue questioning. Of Bracht, she was
less sure; and of Katya, not at all. She thought it
did not much matter; these were honorable folk,
and would hardly leave her abandoned. Nor did
they have spare mounts, to give her one and send
her on her way. She thought they must surely take
her with them, which was exactly as Anomius de-
sired. And, if she was to free herself of the ugly lit-
tle wizard's domination, what she desired. Still, as
she passed the canteen back and smiled her thanks,
she thought on the trump she held, and chose to
play it.

"Burash!" she said as Bracht eyed her quizzically,
Katya enigmatically. "That alone was horribleтАФto
see so many die. But then ..."

She thought on what she had seen and had no
need of dramatic artifice to shiver, to lower her
voice to a horrified whisper, the sentence tailing
off.

"Then?" Bracht demanded.

"Dera!" Calandryll protested. "Can you not see
she's distraught? Hungry, too, no doubt."