“The prince of Slaradun, I know.”
“Salara took Ivanat’s place in the rite with me. It was the first time Ivanat and I had ever knowingly gone in to the worship of the dragons together, and it fulfilled the prophecy his grandmother gave, which was that the dragon would destroy him. His friend took his life, though. The rite came too late; the Ganateans were already at the gate. Across the seas, Ivanat had learned to believe that the dragons didn’t exist, or that if they did exist, they weren’t important, even though he’d seen Salara.” She stopped and swallowed.
“The scars?” Myril asked, when she seemed to have gathered her breath.
“Salara’s belly against mine. The scales burned me, but it didn’t hurt. That’s not what hurts.”
“May I touch them?” She needed to touch the dragon’s mark to u
