Si'Wren took the pieces in her hand, and stood looking back at him
without expression.
"Well?" said Borla to her. "I see no thunderbolt."
But Si'Wren made no reply. She was still grief-struck from the events
of yesterday, and in spite of all, had never intended the slightest
harm to Borla, even after what he had done. Perhaps the Invisible God
was more wise than even she suspected, in permitting her to be
subjected to such a vow of silence.
After all, what could she possibly have said to Borla? There was no
fitting reply; not to him at least.
"I trust, Highness," Borla said, "that the Invisible God can defend us
in battle as fittingly as he is able to bury another in the grave. I am
told by one of my Captains of Fifty that she brought down neigh unto
half the hillside of yonder hillock, to the glory of her Invisible God
no doubt, and all for the sake of merely giving an honorable burial to
an avowed enemy of thy throne."
Borla paused to look significantly over at Si'Wren, who had frozen with
the pieces of her ruined clay frame still in one hand.
"Battle?" said Emperor Euphrates, his interest suddenly piqued.
"Aye, Highness," said Borla. "I am told that campfires were spotted in
the distance last night, down in the lowlands whence we came," said
Borla.
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