“Priestesses as slaves. After Tiadun’s prince was killed last year and his brother’s Cerean allies settled in, almost all of the province’s priestesses disappeared from Tiadun. One hopes that they went to the hills, but one fears –”
Myril nodded. “Some of them have come to Ara’s Landing,” she said. “I think that most of them are safe, but I can’t blame them for leaving.” What would be the purpose, when there was no dragon to call up in the rite? The prince of Tiadun had been killed on a boar hunt. It had been an attempt to take the throne, and he might have succeeded except that his old brother’s mistress had come to Anamat to state her case – that Calar, as a murderer, could not succeed his brother, and that the prince had sired a child, albeit a girl, one who happened to be a friend of
