Silky had never understood what Kittara saw in Mo. His legs looked too long for his body and he walked with a constant limp. As for the bloodlines in his ancestry ! Silky could sense several demon lines in there and she wasn't keen on any of them.
"I told Sikush no once," shouted Mo, "and my answer is still no. My days of doing errands for the empire are over."
She let him blow out his anger before replying.
"I have a letter from Kittara, she instructs me to wait for a reply, if there is one."
He looked surprised and looked past her, as if expecting Kittara to appear. He then led her to a small private study and took the note from her. Three pages of tiny writing Silky noticed as he pulled the pages from the sealed pouch. Tiny writing, but neat and not in Menderan, but the old language of Ixir. She sat in a chair, watching Mo pace as he read the first page.
"Do you know the contents of this letter ?" He asked
"No."
When he got to the end of the letter he collapsed onto the floor and began to weep. Not the quiet weeping she'd seen men do, but the loud and sustained weeping of profound sorrow. Silky didn't know whether to call a servant, but she did what she imagined Kittara would have done. Silky knelt on the floor next to him and put her arms around his rather bony shoulders. She held him for quite some time, while he wept.
"I can take a reply to her, if you want me to." She said.
Mo turned towards her and Silky felt afraid. What was Kittara going to do that could cause such pain to her friend ?
"Just tell her," said Mo, "that I'll make sure the bastard brings her back again."
