“Who is she now, then?” “Good question.” I put away the last of the instruments. “She’ll have to decide that.” “What if you don’t like her decision?” Shrewd, Medic was. I’d rather have her on my side than otherwise. “That,” I answered, making a small tossing gesture, as though casting the day’s omens, “will be as Amaat wills. Get some rest. Kalr will bring supper to your quarters. Things will seem better after you’ve eaten and slept.” “Really?” she asked. Bitter and challenging. “Well, not necessarily,” I admitted. “But it’s easier to deal with things when you’ve had some rest and some
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