“You didn’t seem to mind performing for the Sharum and dama in Everam’s Bounty,” Rojer noted. “That was in the Deliverer’s court, praising Everam before honored guests and loyal Sharum!” Amanvah hissed. Sikvah moved quickly away, busying herself around the room. “Your honor was boundless that day, husband, but you cannot mean to compare it to debasing yourself playing the fool for khaffit and chin.” “Khaffit,” Rojer said. “Chin. These words have no meaning to me. All I saw in that square were people, and each and every one of them deserves a little joy in their life.”
