![]() ![]() But know that these men, they followed you because they believe in everything that we stand for. You must know that the smell will never leave you, nor will the flames stop dancing behind your eyes. The men who I called from their safe homes, trained by hand, only to be led to their slaughters. When Najun’s shoulders begin to slump again Partiyah speaks, “I remember my first pyer. I have never missed the burning of the pyers.” Taking the arm Najun offers they stand at the walls and pay their final respects. Najun turns and sees him approaching, “Brother, my Sultan! What in Asera’s name are you doing out of your sick bed? Arwa and Alkirya will personally throw me from this tower if they see you out here!” Smiling Partiyah holds up his hand, “Peace brother, the Empress and my surgeon sleep. Partiyah approaches slowly, his head still throbbing where the arrow had almost found home. ![]() Funeral pyers burning in the distance cast a glow over Najun’s bent frame. ![]()
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