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afraid. eshamun was pleased by ragna's honesty. it was not easy to hear, she was sure; arunik'ra and eshamun had been raised in a culture of sacrifice from their birth, but ragna had not. "do not fear," she murmured gently. "this is as it must be in order for the malkaria to be rooted here. in the years to come, we will give but one child back to molech."

her viridian eyes glowed with affection for the shieldmaiden. "what frightens you?" eshamun murmured, drawing near to stand near the pale wolf.