‘Her Majesty mistrusts the East, to her own detriment,’ he finally said, ‘and they are the only ones who can help us. Even when she is made aware of the danger she faces, which will no doubt be soon, her pride would never allow her to ask for Eastern aid. If I could only talk to the Warlord on her behalf, Truyde said she might realise the—’ ‘Truyde.’ The cup shook in his hands. ‘Truyde,’ he whispered. ‘Not— not Truyde utt Zeedeur. Daughter of Lord Oscarde.’ Sulyard was frozen.
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