"I also ordered a man to be
executed, a foot soldier who vowed he had forsaken all other gods, in
favor of the Invisible God who hates idols."
Si'Wren jerked to her feet suddenly and stood before them both, her
tormented eyes beseeching them disbelievingly that she had heard wrong
this accursed man's words.
At this, Borla turned his head toward her as if not realizing quite why
she had reacted so violently, whereas Emperor Euphrates merely observed
her with inquisitively raised eyebrows and a certain unexpressive
watchfulness.
Glancing away from Si'Wren, Borla inclined slightly to Emperor
Euphrates with a thin smile of the very finest and most cultured
cordiality, and said with an exaggerated mildness, "I only seek ever to
do your will, Highness, but it seems another has perhaps--found
fault?--"
Borla shifted his slyly conniving eyes innocuously back to Si'Wren's
grieving, outraged countenance.
She stared up at him, having just finished a quick inscription, and
held it up with no small measure of anger and impotence for him to read.
'Is the thing done?' read the newest line of her clay tablet.
For, above this, many wonderful messages about the Invisible God had
been written for the Emperor's benefit.
"Ah!" said Borla, nodding peremptorily.
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