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. As soon as they caught sight
of Artavash, doors closed and shutters shut.
"Passing strange," Sturm said. "Harbors without ships,
streets without people."
"The natives seldom venture out this time of day,"
Artavash replied. "They think it's too hot."
The parade turned a comer. Ahead rose an imposing
facade, a palace of some sort. Before the palace was a high
wooden platform covered with a golden canopy. Artavash
halted Sturm ten paces from the foot of the platform. The
guards ran ahead, forming a double line from Artavash to
the bottom of the steps. Javelins clanked on shoulders in
salute, and the music stopped.
"Hail, Lord of the Sea!" Artavash cried.
"KAI! NAM KAMAY DURAT!" echoed the guards.
Sturm shaded his eyes. How warm it was here! The
afternoon sun glared over him, making sweat break out on
his face. Maybe the natives had the right idea!
Something stirred on the platform. A thin shape, black
against the dazzling light, came to the front of the platform.
Two hands rose, spread in greeting.
"Welcome, beloved Artavash. Who have you brought to
me?" said a high, reedy voice.
"Noble guests, my lord." She introduced Lady Ilys,
Carin, and Soren. Then she pushed Sturm forward
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