Next you will tell me that you came to care for Sabran Bereth—” “What if I did?” Chassar scrutinized her face. His mouth was a fess in the depths of his beard. “You heard the blasphemy of the Inysh,” he said. “You know what they have done to the memory of the Mother.” “You told me to get close to her. Is it any wonder if I did?” Ead shot back. “You left me to fend for myself in that court for almost a decade. I was an outsider. A convert. If I had not found people to hold on to, to make the wait endurable—”
