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.His friend Feir had left days before they knew of the danger.When the garrison commander ignored Dorian’s warnings that Khali was coming, Dorian disappeared.Solon had been the only man to escape.He’d found himself suddenly without ties to anything.It had been Dorian’s prophecy that had kept him from going home more than a decade ago.Solon had served Regnus Gyre as prophecy dictated—and failed.Regnus was dead.Solon had served for a decade, only to be dismissed the day before Regnus was murdered.Kaede was the Sethi empress now.She wasn’t likely to be happy to see Solon, but if she killed him, so much the better.He labored with the sailors.He could have paid for his passage, but no Sethi worth his salt would sit in a cabin while others were hoisting sails, not even on a wide-bellied Modaini merchant ship.The Sethi preferred small, light ships.It meant their merchants had to make twice as many trips, but they made them twice as fast.A Sethi ship also had to ride a storm rather than plow through it, but the Sethi accepted the ocean’s whims and loved her and feared her equally.As the ship came to rest in the bay, the Modaini merchant captain emerged from his cabin, his eyes and eyebrows freshly kohled.Solon always thought it gave the dark-haired Modaini a sinister aspect, but the captain was an affable man.He tossed Solon his pay and welcomed him to sail with him any time before going to speak with the harbormaster, who had rowed out to collect the harborage tax and inspect the cargo.The harbormaster clambered up the webbing onto deck with the ease of a man who did it a dozen times a day.Like most Sethi, he wore no tunic until winter, and the sun had darkened his skin to a deep olive.He had a prominent nose, brown eyes, the figure-eight earring of Clan Hobashi, two silver rings on his right cheekbone, and two silver chains strung between the earring and cheek rings—an assistant to the harbormaster, then.The man had barely spoken two words when he saw Solon and broke off in mid-sentence.Solon, still bare-chested as he had been for the whole trip, wasn’t as tanned as most Sethi.But despite his light tan and the white hair growing in to replace the black, he was unmistakably Sethi—and he wore no clan rings.The harbormaster’s long knife came out in a heartbeat.There were only two groups in Seth that wore no rings.“What’s your name, clanless?”The Modaini captain looked aghast.He had never made a trip to Seth and didn’t know their customs, which was why Solon had chosen his ship.“Solon,” Solon said, not giving his clan name, as an exile wouldn’t.The harbormaster grabbed Solon’s chin and looked closely at his cheeks and ears, first on one side, and then, frustrated, on the other.His eyebrows tightened in confusion.Not only were there no scars where the clan rings had been torn out, but there were no scars from where the rings had been put in.“Raesh kodir Sethi?” he demanded.Are you not Sethi?“Sethi kodi,” Solon acknowledged, his Old Sethi diction perfect.The harbormaster released Solon’s face as if burned.“What was your name?”“Solonariwan Tofusin.”One of the Modaini sailors cursed.The harbormaster’s tanned face turned green.He noticed that his long knife was still out and tucked it away as if it were scalding.“I think you’d better come with me.uh, your lordship.”“What’s going on?” the captain asked.Neither Solon nor the harbormaster answered.Solon clambered into the rowboat with the harbormaster.The sailor who’d cursed said, “The Tofusins reigned for five hundred years.”Not exactly.It was four hundred seventy-seven.“Reigned? They don’t anymore?” the captain asked, his voice strangled.Hopping into the rowboat, Solon couldn’t help but smile.“No, cap’n.The last one died ten years ago.If this one really is a Tofusin, there’ll be all sorts of hell to pay.”That, on the other hand, is dead on.18Khali’s blood,” Paerik swore, striding confidently across Luxbridge toward Dorian.“That was rather impressive.Who are you?” His eyes took in Jenine but dismissed her.“It’s all right,” Dorian told Jenine, though it wasn’t.He’d destroyed a few teenage boys who had underestimated him.Paerik Ursuul was a man in the prime of his powers.And he was fresh.And he had six battle-hardened Vürdmeisters backing him.One of the Vürdmeisters whispered in Paerik’s ear.Paerik straightened.“No, surely not.Dorian?” He stepped forward and Dorian stepped forward as well, not willing to let Paerik reach the end of Luxbridge unchallenged.Paerik smirked.Seeing that smirk, Dorian hated him, despised him, wanted to crush him.“I am Dorian,” Dorian said defiantly.Six Vürdmeisters and Paerik.Damn it, he only wanted to leave.The dark clouds overhead rushed past, coldly impartial.“We thought you long dead, brother,” Paerik said.“A mistake we shall soon remedy.”Dorian lashed out with vir and Talent both, splitting the weaves to sweep the Vürdmeisters off the bridge and at the same time yanking at the magical underpinnings to drop the bridge into the abyss.They rebuffed the attacks with ease.Even with the amplifiae, Dorian was no match for seven Vürdmeisters together.“Brother, brother,” Paerik admonished.“This bridge will not drop a true-born Ursuul.” He laughed and skulls embedded in Luxbridge seemed to laugh with him, their eyes glowing with magical fire.“Indeed, if any of Garoth’s sons were in danger, it would be you, Dorian: the mage-trained.”“That’s what I’m counting on,” Dorian said.He stepped forward, out of the shoe he had cut free with his Talent, and put one bare foot on the bridge.There was a flash as the last quarter of the bridge sensed a magus and unraveled.Paerik screamed, falling with a shower of skulls that laughed no longer
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