Northstar Vale loom

tamar listened to her husband.

she took comfort in his words, in the confidence of his voice. but she heard there the old hatred, the fact that he had wanted to kill the pharaoh.

now maybe he would have his chance.

she tried not to think with guilt of zosime. they would speak. they would explain to her. she drew a breath. "i had thought we would tell the others, but —" her pale eyes lifted to him. "they would not understand the — girl."