Moonspear my lord: the king is dead

Sialuk knew the life of a traveler, for she had been one once. She had stayed with many peoples, learning their customs and trading her own. She warmed beds, tended to wounds, and told tales from her mother's tongue. The other woman seemed to hesitate a moment, and Sialuk peered at her with inquisitive eyes.

Then I wish you long days and pleasant nights, she said, bowing her head.