“Get up, Jal!” I’m on the ground, dust rising all around me. Snorri is kneeling over me, hair dark around his face. I’m losing him. Sinking. The dust rising, thicker by the moment. I’m Martell Harris. The sword went into me like ice but I’m all right, I just need to get back into the battle. Martell moves my arms, struggles to rise. Jalan is gone, sinking into the dust. “Stay with me, Jal!” I can feel Snorri’s grip on me. Nothing else, just that iron grip. “Don’t let him drive you out. You’re Jalan. Prince Jalan Kendeth.” The fact of Snorri actually saying my name right—title and all—jolts me
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