This cold thought held him motionless for another dozen heartbeats, then a second image returned to him. Icarium, the one they called Lifestealer. He had been moments from breaking that Jhag’s neck. And then he had seen in the ash-skinned face…something. And with it, recognition. He would yield to Karsa. He had given his word, and Karsa now knew that would not be broken. There was Jhag blood in this Icarium, but of that Karsa knew little. Father or mother a Jaghut; it hardly mattered which. Yet the other parent. Father or mother. Well, he had seen enough in Icarium’s face to know that blood.
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