Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

The studies of her spine; the glares toward her reserved gall;
Andraste paid them no mind, save only the queen's devising and a vague wonderment if she knew which half of her lingered here and now — or if it was another fragment entirely. She did not know she did not know she did not know but 
"Dacio,"
spoken with the misted reticence of a whisper that would only be heard by the band still huddled with her; hollowed eyes climing with only an inkling of clarity; of rememberance of those Dragedan days and the Wocha and his sun-and-ashen brood.

Without thought she might have lurched from hiding; but the stricken remained where she lie, the weak part of her lips the only sigil of the taste of rebellion against order upon her tongue. 

Vercingetorix, fallen; son, daughter, flight'd;
"This is not his doing—"