Epilogue

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In the banquet hall, people gathered. 

All had heard of the Princess's disappearance, and all now listened to the Boy King as he swore the Tainish were responsible. Only they would whisk his poor, injured sister away under the cover of night, away from the hospitable hands of the medical aid she desperately needed: thieves, the Tainish, as they always had been. 

But still, unbeknownst to the people, there was, past the banquet's tables: out the room and through the lavish halls of the King's palace, down a flight after another of stairs, across the courtyard and into the tower of the Flame's Temple, through the same route a Princess with blue eyes and long hair once took, down to the dead end at the end of that cold underground tunnel...yes, there past the stone wall: they shouted. 

Weakly, they shouted; their screams, the clang of their steel shackles, all muted against the dense, deaf walls.

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