The Daylight War (The Demon Cycle, #3)

by Peter V. Brett

“I gave you those warriors to protect your business and facilitate trade, not to assault my warriors,” Jardir said. “And so I have,” Abban said. He turned to Hasik, lifting his crutch to point at the chained man. “That one, frustrated with your decree that I not be harmed, has been taking out his ire in my pavilion. You send him to me frequently as your errand boy, and without fail, he takes the opportunity to steal, or break precious merchandise for the pleasure of it.” “And for this, you sever his cock?!” Jardir demanded. Abban shook his head. “Trinkets and baubles are easily replaced, Deliverer. My daughter’s virginity is not. Nor the honor of my wives.” “The khaffit lies, Deliverer!” Hasik shouted. “I never …!” Jardir gave a curt gesture, and one of the guards tightened his noose, cutting off his words. “I am Shar’Dama Ka, Hasik, and can see your heart. The next lie that escapes your lips will cost you your life, your honor, and your place in Heaven.” Hasik’s eyes widened, and his aura went cold. “Did you rape Abban’s daughter, Hasik?” Jardir asked softly. Hasik was weeping openly now. He did not have the strength to answer, but he nodded. Hanya began sobbing again. Kajivah pulled her daughter in close, catching the tears on her breast while she glared daggers at Hasik. “And his wives?” Jardir asked. Again, a defeated nod. “Nevertheless, this cannot be allowed to stand, Deliverer,” Ashan said. “If khaffit—even kha’Sharum—can kill dal, then all civilization crumbles.” “...