He seemed to study them, and Stavi caught an instant’s blurred spark of a single eye. ‘The boy, yes,’ he said in Daru—but it was Daru with a Malazan accent. ‘But not you two.’ A chill crept over Stavi, and she felt her twin’s hand slip into hers. ‘That,’ he said after a moment, ‘perhaps came out wrong. What I meant was, I see him in the boy, but not in you two.’ ‘You knew him,’ Storii accused. She pointed at the quiver. ‘He made those! You stole them!’ ‘He made them, yes, as a gift to me. But that was long ago. Before you were born.’ ‘Toc the Younger,’ whispered Stavi. ‘He spoke of me?’ That
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