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‘A Prioress must do more than listen. She must not only look, but see,’ Saghul said. ‘If all of us are flames, Esbar is the flame at the head of an arrow. So long as she found her mark, she would miss the world catching fire in her wake.
You are the flame that warms, Tunuva Melim. The flame that seals a wound.’
‘We call upon the Saint, who sits in Halgalant, to bless his descendants.’ The sanctarian closed her book. ‘May he bless our good Queen Sabran. May he bless her mother, Marian, Lady of the Inysh. And may he bless our princess, Glorian, whose womb will spring the next fruit of the vine.’ Glorian shifted her weight. ‘They are the river, the chain, the promise.’ ‘The river, the chain, the promise,’ the congregation echoed. ‘May he bless the Queendom of Inys.’ ‘Go,’ the sanctarian called, ‘and live in virtue.’ Queen Sabran made the sign of the sword.
