“Vh’renith!” he shouted, pumping his fist. “I killed the Dīnen et Lūsh’vēr! I killed Tahēsh of the First House!” Eyes glowing and a broad grin stretching his lips, he spun on the spot like he couldn’t contain his exuberant energy. “That was lalūdris, kirritavh’ dahgan rūs hh’istaran,” he spouted, slipping into his native language. “I will be …” He trailed off, his victorious outburst fading into a scowl, then he groaned and flopped backward, landing on the grass. “Zylas?” I yelped. “What’s wrong?” Flat on his back, he glared at me. “No one will ever know.” “Huh?” “I am the first of my House to
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