Chapter 8: The Final Taming
A sound at the entryway alerted both women. A small man stood in the doorway, one hand pushing aside the veiling of fabric that kept insects from flocking in. Although he wore the robes of the desert men, something about him looked familiar.
Cragan? How could it be?
Lathi leapt to her feet and dashed across the tent. She skidded to a stop, dropping her arms to her sides. “I—Master, what do you here?”
He shook his head to send the hood sliding down behind his back, then gave her a crooked smile. “Aye, you name me correctly, girl. Master. I am now truly your master. T’was my rajans that paid your price this day. Does this please you?”
She gasped, then nodded, eyes brilliant with unshed tears. “Aye, Master, it pleases me much, but what matters more is wheth
