Knuckles eyed him, amused. Errastas made a fist. ‘What,’ he said in a low rasp, ‘is so funny?’ ‘The one who surrenders to his own delusions is, by your terms, no less a coward than any other.’ Kilmandaros straightened. She had taken upon herself the body of a Tel Akai, still towering above them but not quite as massively as before. She smiled without humour at the Errant. ‘Play no games with this one, Errastas. Not bones, not words. He will tie your brain in knots and make your head ache.’ Errastas glared at her. ‘Do you think me a simpleton?’ The smile vanished. ‘Clearly, you think that of
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