Taeris frowned. “I don’t know. Maybe,” he said slowly. “Do you remember what they said?” Caeden screwed up his face, trying his best to remember the words. “Dreh Kaaren si, sha tehl me’athris dar.” Taeris’s eyebrows rose. “‘Honored lord, has the time finally come?’” he translated. His expression became focused. “Who said this, Caeden? And who did they say it to? This language is…old. Rare.” He stopped, forcing Caeden to look him square in the eye. Caeden shook his head, suddenly sick to his stomach. He knew what it would look like if he told the truth. What it would do to Taeris’s trust in
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