I grab the canteen hooked to the saddle of my stolen panthenaire and squeeze the last droplets out. If Orí is really watching me from above, he must be laughing now.
So he didn’t even take any men? 🤣🤣🤣 Well, guess I know how this turns out. Oh snap! What if the last mamalowa was Saran’s first wife! What if that’s the way it normally falls! The mate of the royal son is the mamalowa. It was said that they, the maji, were kings and queens.
