Si'Wren knew that she had not broken the other idol, that dismembered
thing of glistening green jade and jeweled eyes. It was Sorpiala who
had cleverly broken the idol earlier, and only blamed it on poor
Nelatha. But she also knew that it was beside the point who had broken
it; idols -she now knew- deserved to be broken.
Anyways, it did not matter so much anymore. She was as guilty in their
eyes as if she had. What mattered the most now, was that it was
Sorpiala by whose evil machinations brave Habrunt, former Slavemaster,
now lay a beaten and broken-spirited man on that blood-stained sleeping
rack in the slave quarters.
Si'Wren turned away. She must go to him, and help wise old L'acoci tend
to his wounds.
Chapter Four - Emperor Euphrates
Si'Wren turned away from the sobbing mother whose daughter had been
sacrificed. The fact that she could do nothing for the poor woman left
her with a twisting feeling in her gut. As she walked away, bitter
tears stung her eyes as she began weeping hopelessly.
Si'Wren jerked suddenly as a flying pebble struck her on the cheek.
Stunned, she looked up to see a group of dirt-streaked children
gathered around. They had approached her so unexpectedly that she had
been unaware of their presence.
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