"You may go and do with the body as you please," said Borla, half
deprecatingly. "I know it is a difficult place to search, but you will
find it in the nearest gully. I oversaw the entire unfortunate
business myself."
Borla turned to Emperor Euphrates, and continued, "As with all
dishonorable deaths, the body was left exposed, and not buried."
Angry tears in her eyes, Si'Wren stood there with the clay tablet in
her right hand and stared up at Borla malevolently for a long, frozen
moment.
"Highness," Borla said mildly, "it would appear that the great flood
has already arrived, if one would judge by this maid's cheeks. Perhaps
the messenger's story was but a clever parable pertaining to such."
Emperor Euphrates said nothing, and Si'Wren reflected that one's
Emperor could do as he pleased, with none to dare speak against him. On
the other hand, there appeared to be nothing to prevent her from going,
either.
Mindful of what her unaccustomed task would entail, Si'Wren turned and
gently laid the clay tablet with its marvelous truths, and terrible
last inscriptions, just inside the entrance to her tent.
Inside, her fingers trembling with every move, she turned and retrieved
a stone oil lamp and a sparking flint from her tent.
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