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Perhaps he’d dodged a bullet, though not the one Eset thought. In fact, she was the bullet in this vague analogy. He wouldn’t have been happy to serve under her, not when she looked down on fellahin with such unwanted pity. Talisman sighed, not in the least comforted by the thought.

He jumped a little when she heard her call his name. More surprised than startled, he slowed his skulking step and turned to look toward her, intrigued despite his reluctance. Why on earth was the Hebsut chasing after him? Before he could ask, words spilled from Eset’s lips as she halted beside him.

The yearling froze in disbelief. Eset was really giving him whiplash. Talis knew she meant well. At least, he knew she believed that. But mistrust trickled through the very blood that sang for servitude. Much as he wanted to believe her pretty words, to turn back and pretend the last half hour hadn’t happened, he found himself recoiling.

I need to think, was all Talis said, pale eyes tight as he turned away and resumed his dreary plod, the slight tremble in his legs the only sign of his inner turmoil.