Slowly, the Exilarch rose to his feet. Without taking his gaze from hers, he said, “Asher. Tell her.” Lin’s head spun. Did he mean Asher Benezar, the Maharam’s son? Why was he invoking the name of someone exiled so long ago? The Ragpicker King sighed. “I am not sure she can be convinced, Aron. Lin is very stubborn.”
I KNEWWWW IT but am still stunned
