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“You will change Ankyo, for the good and also for the bad. You will change Kion. You will change the Eight Kingdoms. Return to me once you have entered a mind from where three heads sprout.” And the woman turned away.
“Then it would not have been potent for many more years, yes. But I could not wait that long.”
“When your heartsglass is black and steeped in the spells of the Dark,” the girl said, smiling, “you find that there is no need to wait five more years to raise daeva.”
“But its grave was in Odalia, near Murkwick.” “Where it lies buried is no longer of any importance. All it requires is its bezoar and a spellshifted heartsglass. The bones of the dead creatures on this beach are enough to suit my purpose, to bend and form into a daeva’s shape. It is easier to weave the spells this way, quicker than to start from nothing.”
“Because daeva make for good armies.”
The girl refused to answer any more questions about the beast’s purpose in between tales about her hints of war.
“They accused me of many things. Of killing a king and an asha. Of being one of the Faceless. Of betraying the kingdoms. But I am only guilty of one of those.”
“Bezoars help to enhance a Dark asha’s magic, Lady Tea.
“King Telemaine is a good man,” Mistress Parmina said. “This is an honor, Lady Salika. No one has taken a bezoar in their potions since a nanghait was presented to my predecessor, Simika.”
“What you did at the Falling Leaf wasn’t something any other asha could do. The mistress of the Imperial was in an ugly mood yesterday. She wanted to pay for the Falling Leaf’s damages. She was livid when Parmina convinced the tearoom lady otherwise.”
“Then perhaps we should carve a world one day where the strength lies in who you are rather than in what they expect you to be.”
