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Ashlar departed. Tulimaq hardly noticed, as it was the red girl who drew his eye now, turned his ear. The way she pieced things together was almost amusing to Tulimaq — but he was grimacing again.

He hadn't thought the wealda would be so ignorant to this part of the world. That nobody had given her the talk wasn't much of a stretch, if her parents were anything like her; but Tulimaq was resistant to being the one to coach her.

I've told you. He wearily answered.

Still, she asked pointedly for clarification. He could have put aside words and shown her but, she was too young for it. It wasn't worth the threat of expulsion, if he were to mount her here and now.

Its how each of us are made. Your father fucked your mother, and now we have you. That was as specific as he'd get about it. He would have taken your womb, made you a mother, and left. All for the pleasure of it.

The warrior chuckled lowly and sat down, regarding the girl carefully. Perhaps I should have let him. You could have been a mother to fierce warriors.