Still other people, to whom he referred derisively, wore only plain, unpainted masks until they did something to earn a more ornate one. “They are the Fallen,” he explained to her, wagging one hand before himself in a gesture she didn’t understand. “They were our kings, yah? Before the world froze. They offended the Jaggenmire, which is why everything went wrong, and—” “Wait,” Marasi said, speaking softly so the others could sleep, “the . . . yayg—” “Jaggenmire?” he asked. “It didn’t translate? You don’t have a word for it in your language, then. It’s like a god, only not.”
