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Wealth and power belong to the strong. If you cling to your
outdated ideals, you will all vanish like the ancient deities
you serve." Artavash took a long drink, then waved for
Dubai to refill her cup.
"What is to become of us?" asked Lady Ilys.
"That is for the Lord of the Sea to decide."
"We cannot be ransomed. Lord Brightblade will not pay
one copper to you."
"Your knight's money means nothing to my master.
Gold runs from his fingertips, and his tears are purest
silver."
"If not for vulgar money, why did you take us?" Lady
Ilys demanded.
Artavash leaned back, reaching out to idly stroke
Sturm's hair. "My master will have a use for you, never
fear."
Another measure of wine disappeared down Artavash's
throat. Dubai filled her goblet automatically.
"If you do not drink with me, I shall finish the wine
alone," she said.
"Drunkenness is a common fault of barbarians," said
Lady Ilys.
Artavash glared and flung the silver cup at Sturm's
mother. Lady Ilys closed her eyes but did not cower. The
goblet hit the rosewood panel behind them, and wine
splattered over them like scarlet rain. A single drop ran to
the corner of Sturm's mouth. It tasted sweet and hot
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