One destiny. Two paths. One war.
Sheala and Cass have chosen their sides. One seeks to bring meaning to her life that has been in shambles since the day her father and mother were killed and weighs the prospect of assuming the mantle of her uncle's...
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In every flock a wolf shall hide, awaiting its opportunity to strike.
Lessons 51
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"He's still just standing there." Kilan stared out the window of the modest home given to Daphney for her use while she remained in Kannas. Trast kept a silent vigil by the door.
"I feel like a prisoner." Daphney brushed knots from her hair with smooth strokes.
"Even you need to rest, Miss Crenst. And to be honest, if Trast hadn't stepped in yesterday and told everyone to knock it off with the requests, you'd have worked yourself into a coma healing this and blessing that."
"Stop exaggerating." Setting aside the brush, she joined him at the window. "Curing sniffles and saying a benediction over some seeds will hardly wipe me out."
"You were exhausted. You needed a break." He pointed to the crowd standing back away from the door. "Besides, look at them. They're all still lined up waiting for you. Stood out there all night long. And I swear there's more today than yesterday. Someone must have gone out into the surrounding countryside and spread the word."
Daphney confirmed his assertion that the crowd had indeed grown in size overnight. But she saw it as an opportunity, not as a problem. "I think it is a good thing. Don't you? Every person I can touch with the message of Earoni is another devotee to our cause. These people's faith has been shattered for so long. They weren't our allies. Now, they are."
"It's more greed than anything."
"Are you always so cynical?"
Retreating from the window, Kilan placed himself in an empty chair. It creaked as he leaned back, balancing on the rear legs. "My cynicism keeps me alive, Miss Crenst."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Do you believe?"
"Believe?" Kilan drew his thin dagger and pondered it. "Absolutely. I believe in a lot of things. Foremost is that one should always carry a good, sharp blade."
