“It was not difficult. The great mother was wearing it.” “The great mother?” said Wesson. Rezkin looked up at him. “Their leader.” Yserria tugged at the torque. “You stole this from the neck of the leader of the Adana’Ro?” She tugged at it again, but it would not budge. Rezkin told her, “Stop pulling at it, or you will hurt yourself. It is enchanted not to come off unless removed by the person who clasped it shut.”
