JaceShe'd gone still. Not frightened still. The other kind. She had the bowl of stew in her two hands, absurdly, the thing she'd carried out of the kitchen to feed me, and she set it down on the nearest bench without a glance at it, and she straightened, and something came up in her that I'd been waiting our whole reunion to see arrive."He asked you a question, Taya," Mina said. "Which of them was coming for my arm. Go on. Tell the hall."Taya's mouth opened."No." Mina took a step into her. "You don't get to answer that one, because we both know the answer, and it's that you put your hand up to hit me in front of forty people who watch everything and forget nothing, and not one of them stood for me. He did." Her voice wasn't loud. It didn't have to be. The whole hall had gone to glass around us. "You want to talk about what people are. Let's. You're the daughter of an elder. I'm the daughter of a slave. You've never once let me forget it, my whole life, every room, every doorway,
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