Baradir
‘Father,’ said Hanizani gravely. ‘We’ve been thinking.’
‘So I see,’ said Baradir, with a trace of unease, for his three girls had arranged themselves before him like a little wall, which could only be passed by great finesse. Or total obedience.
‘This place,’ she continued, casting a quick — contemptuous? — glance around at the dust-shrouded room. ‘It needs to be…’
‘Got rid of,’ said Talandani, when her sister hesitated.
‘Yes,’ said Hanizani.
Baradir blinked. ‘Got… got rid of?’ he echoed weakly. ‘But—’
‘It’s best not to argue,’ said Talandani serenely.
‘But—’
‘It’s destroyed you.’
‘I—’
‘It’s almost killed us.’
‘Well— but— it was not the palace that did that, Talandani. It was—’
‘You, the palace and the jinn-king between you.’ Her expression became stony, and he found h
