Reaching down, he collected the skins and the knapsack. ‘Which one drove the bear to the coast?’ he asked. ‘Gear. You needed food, or you would not have got even this far.’ ‘I was very nearly its supper, Cotillion.’ ‘We have always had faith in you, First Sword.’ The next – and probably last – question Traveller had for the god was the most difficult one to voice. ‘And which of you wrecked my ship and killed my crew?’ Cotillion’s brows lifted. ‘Not us. Dassem, we would not do that.’ Traveller studied the god’s eyes – always softer than one might have expected, but he had long since grown used
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