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nothing,” she said. “He’ll need them, and the others that come, to spread whatever propaganda he decides fits his return. He might even toss out a corpse and pretend you never defeated him, that he killed the Sacrifice.”
    And the tradition will continue, Siris thought, disturbed. Only I will know the truth.
    Another reason for the God King to hunt him. “You didn’t join the conversation.”
    “My accent may have been memorable,” she said. “Besides, I have a way of being off-putting to those I just meet.”
    “It might be the crossbow bolts you shoot at people before introducing yourself,” Siris said. “You might want to, you know, look into not doing that.”
    “An astounding revelation.”
    “Well, I’ve been told that my people skills are admirable.”
    “Actually,” she said, “they seem to be.”
    He glanced at her. She sounded sincere.
    “They trusted you right off,” she mused. “People don’t do that to me. They assume I’m lying to them, cheating them, or smuggling something.”
    “And are you?”
    “Always,” she said absently. “Hell, I’ve got six pieces of contraband farshot magics in my saddlebags right now.”
    “Wait, really?”
    “Can’t make the toorim things work,” she said. He didn’t know that word she used. Was it some kind of curse? “You need a magic tube to activate them. Anyway, that’s beside the point. People don’t trust me.”
    “You could try being honest.”
    “It doesn’t work,” she said. “The more honest I am, the less they believe me. Like our discussion about those rings. I really don’t know anything about them, by the way.”
    Siris hesitated.
    “You’re skeptical,” she said.
    “I . . .”
    “It’s all right. I’m more than used to it. But you . . . you’re genuine.” That, oddly, seemed to trouble her. “What is this Sacrifice thing they spoke of?”
    “You don’t know?” he asked, shocked as he turned to her.
    “No.”
    “Everyone knows.”
    “Humor me.”
    “One man each generation is chosen to fight the God King,” he said, starting to trek down the road again.
    “Chosen? How?”
    “It’s the nearest relative of my family line,” Siris replied. “Usually, the Sacrifice marries and has a child before he leaves.”
    “You’re married then?”
    “No,” he said.
    “But—”
    “Things were different for me.”
    He hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it. The girl the town elders had chosen for him had been nice enough, but Siris hadn’t been able to force himself to marry her, only to leave her a widow one year later, so he’d backed out of the marriage. His mother had instead sent word to her husband’s family, so the new Sacrifice could be chosen from the children there. Poor kid.
    They continued on their way. About a half hour later, Isa suddenly started laughing—a quick, exuberant bark. He glanced at her, and found her reading in her dictionary.
    “Ah yes,” she said to herself, still chuckling, “I see. Peens. No. Pens. Yes, I must learn to pronounce that one right.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “Damn, I wish I’d done that one on purpose . . .”
    S IRIS LET I SA pick the camping spot for the evening. He wanted to be off the roadway, but otherwise didn’t know much about picking a campsite. Isa seemed to find that amusing—she had an expectation that people from ‘rural villages’ should be capable trackers and wilderness experts.
    Siris shook his head. He’d never even worked the stalactites, let alone left the village to wander the wilderness. His every moment had been needed to train. Leaving Isa for a moment, he went off to test the transportation ring with the sword. It still worked, even though they were away from the castle. He was relieved to find that; since the elemental rings had stopped working, he’d worried that eventually this one would as well.
    That confirmed, he went and helped unload the horse, passing Isa with the saddlebags. He began to undo the