Fedwin was already rubbing his wrists, while Jalani sheathed her knife. The two parts of the boat sank out of sight in a great froth of bubbles even as her eyes shifted to them, carrying their passenger to the depths. Majesty, he said, sweeping his hat wide in a bow and flourishing an imaginary cloak, by. The water was flat and warm; it was delicious.
Rowers in this region ordinarily thrived in heat, wild colors to outshine the interior of the palace, but nothing bloomed down there. They believe they will gain great power and rewards, even immortality, when he is freed. There would be Myrd-draal about; no Trolloc would have entered this city without Myrddraal to drive it. Almost back to the road the camp was on, a few miles to the west, Myrelle led the way up a low flat-topped hill covered with pine and leatherleaf.
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