Chapter sixteen“Often, miracles performed in a religion are called magic...”
“And many religions certainly originate in magic, so...”
“But religion and magic are clearly two different things.”
The arguments positively flew around Brannomar’s chamber, with no conclusion. Sana Besti, his twin sister, had joined us. She still presented a macabre figure; her sparkling eyes and pointed nose were surrounded by a towering, untamed mass of hair, and her dress gave the impression of a bundle of rags. She grabbed her morntarch and the three skulls protruding from the dangling threads clattered together. Her small mouth and thin lips, that so resembled her brother’s, were normally pressed together firmly and opened only when she had something meaningful to say. As a sorceress she was tolerated, an
