CHAPTER 30
Too little and too late to be of any use.
Najud nursed uncomfortable thoughts as he waited for Penrys to return from the emperor’s healers. She had it well in hand without us.
He was glad for the outcome, of course—Penrys alive, the emperor preserved, the Kigali bikrajab in charge of their own, even the chained ones, with a place in the society, if they can keep it. But he couldn’t help feeling it would’ve come out much the same way if he’d accompanied his sister Rubti and the others on the Biziz Rahr, the Grand Caravan, and left her here on her own.
Whenever he’d seen her deep in some technical discussion with Vylkar, he’d felt like an ill-educated country boy on his first visit to a great city. Did she miss the resources of Ellech and the Collegium? Was he wrong to tie her
