The Slave Princess Part 2
Morose and unkind, Unfeeling, unheeding, blind, The winds laugh and moan, Unknowing, unknown.– The Canticle of Menkeret ***************************** Night. I am alone in my cell in the house of Heshuzius. I am one of his possessions, a thing to be used, like a ladle. Or so he thinks. But I am no ladle, I am a sword, I am a rod of iron. Heshuzius does not know me, nor do any of these Darrakhai. I am a thing as foreign to them as snow is to the howling desert. I am alone yet I am never...