![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() She was no fan of the big warriors-they were there to prevent her from escaping as much as to protect Sultavi-but right now she would have welcomed a few bodies surrounding them as they hurried down the dark passageway.īut they were all dead, and she and Sultavi were on their own.Ī lump formed in her throat. They had been to the market many times before, but they had always been accompanied by Lord K’herr’s guards. “I’m sure.” Sultavi spoke with the absolute confidence of a precocious six-year-old, but Joanna wasn’t convinced. The shops surrounding them were dark and still. The market wasn’t asleep-it never truly slept-but at this hour, most of the activity was concentrated around the bars and the gambling houses. “Are you sure?” she whispered as Sultavi led them down a back alley in the warren of buildings that made up the commercial center of Isokau, the main city in Lord K’herr’s domain. Joanna clutched her cloak closer to her neck with one hand and tightened her grip on the little girl with the other. ![]()
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