“It is not fitting that you be seen climbing and running with other girls. You are Arha.” She stood sullen and did not reply. “It is better that you do only what is needful for you to do. You are Arha.” For a moment the girl raised her eyes to Thar’s face, then to Kossil’s, and there was a depth of hate or rage in her look that was terrible to see. But the thin priestess showed no concern; rather she confirmed, leaning forward a little, almost whispering, “You are Arha. There is nothing left. It was all eaten.” “It was all eaten,” the girl repeated, as she had repeated daily, all the days of
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