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Honesty has never done Eset any good.

Zaahira means well, but she is a stranger. One who outranks her, as are the others she has lain with. When the Mazoi reaches for her it’s out of a desire for closeness, to feel something. Eset has never taken a lover under such terms. There is no emotion in her act, there is only a sequence of events.

But this is not what they want to hear, and if she is good, there is no way for them to know it. Zaahira has her craft. Eset has her’s, too.

But all this is kept close to the chest, where only there it will remain, except, perhaps, in the passing looks exchanged among fellahin.

She looks at the warrior with compassion, bracing her as gathers close. “If it is honesty you desire of me, My Lady,” she chances, “Hold me as long as you wish. But it will not bring her back to you.”