“Not that it’s done you any good, without our king’s blessing,” Giri said.
Harzet muttered an oath and paced away from the other two.
“Tiadun stands. It is good farming land, if nothing else.”
“The duke may be content with good farming land, but the king is not,” Giri said. “He has farmland in plenty. He seeks what only this place can offer. Besides, Anamat is not the same as Slaradun, and you, Harzet, are a traitor and an exile.” He shouted that last.
“A fate you might share some day, slave of the king.” Harzet’s voice was close to her, too close.
“I will never betray him as you did.”
“I’ll leave now, then, and save my own skin,” Harzet said. “May you boil in the lava of the dragons’ wrath.”
The Cerean who’d come with Calar laughed. “The dragons have no wrath. They are nothing.”
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