Convictions 9

“What was I thinking?” Mirren said, hopping up to sit on the counter in what had been Kieran and Kaveri’s foodshop. “I can’t run a business! I’m a dishwasher in a tavern!” “You are now mistress here,” Tyrel said patiently, perched on one of the stools. Mirren had been wavering between anticipation and anxiety ever since Kaveri had proposed this soon after her return. “Kaveri taught you all the foods this place is known for.” “And Kieran couldn’t bear to wait any longer, and it would make sense for Kaveri to want to leave Galimont after what happened even though…

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Convictions 8 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Bewildered people still trailed in from deeper in the building, sent this way, or occasionally escorted this way, by those guardsmen and volunteers who were methodically sweeping the building’s upper floors. Some people had tried to leave and found the main doors inaccessible, and he had no doubt the same had happened at secondary doors. With multiple guardsmen at each door, there should be as near to no chance of anyone escaping as possible. He went to the nearer of the big courtrooms, told the guards at the door to send anyone else to the…

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Convictions 8 pt1

Tyrel glanced up at the lowering sun. Two days, with scant sleep the night Sanur was full or the night after, and he was feeling it. Two days, and a lot accomplished, but even more yet to do. He’d summoned everyone attached to his own wardhouse and convinced them that Galimont’s best interests lay in him taking charge; the handful whose loyalty he doubted were being watched, but there was little they could do to interfere. That had been followed by very quiet meetings with those sergeants of nearby wardhouses he believed were trustworthy, to win them over—less straightforward, for…

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Convictions 7

Kieran and Tyrel waited in a meadow outside Galimont, where they could drink in as much as possible of Talir’s light while they could, knowing that in a very few days there’d be little available, and watch for Sanur’s rising. “You’re fretting,” Kieran said mildly. “I’m worried about Mirren. She should never have been pulled into this.” “Nor should you. Had we not crossed paths, the ghost lord of Banvard would surely have approved of you, and you would by now likely be Chief of Dunnval.” “And I’d be miserable and still doing things I knew I shouldn’t be doing…

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Convictions 6

Kaveri heard a short, sharp bark just outside the window, followed by a deeper wuffling noise. “We’re here,” she said. “No moonlight inside.” The little light they had from the window was eclipsed briefly by a small body; he hovered there for a moment, then leaped down to the floor. Not enough light to change, but the cross fox bounded over to Kaveri’s lap and nuzzled her, then looked at Mirren and sighed, with a shake of his head. “Tyrel?” Mirren asked uncertainly, possibly of Kaveri or possibly of the fox himself. The fox, whose eyes were luminescent yellow in…

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