Zāla would have had us open our arms to the world and, in doing so, expose our bellies to the sword.” All because Mita Yedanya told her I had poisoned your birthmother. Kalyba had worn a mocking smile. As if I would ever stoop to poison. Mita had banished the witch and never allowed her to return. An outsider, after all, was an easy scapegoat. “It was not the witch who killed Zāla.” Ead closed a hand around her blade, and it nerved her. “It was you.”
