“Why would Tiada favor them, when they’re dragon-blind and they’ve let her temples rot?”
“The dragons don’t only favor those who can see them. Look at you: do they favor you more than a skilled guildsman?”
“I guess not,” Eppie said. “And there’s another thing.” She hurried to get the words out before she thought better of it. “Before I left Anamat, I had to find Sunna, and she was with the ambassadress. She wanted me to stay, to be a priestess. The ambassadress did, that is. Sunna said I didn’t have to. I won’t do it. I don’t like being walled in like that.”
Thorat went still. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He made a shooing motion, as if to brush off a fly. “It’s nothing, it’s just that… I wish Garren had come.”
“Well, I can’t do anything about that,” Eppie said. “Look, at least now you c
