Aara doesn't speak as they ready the horses to go. Instead, she pulls her white gloves from her saddlebag and wipe the blood off her hands and swords before turning them inside out and tucking them away. He didn’t even put up a fight, she thinks, biting her lip hard. He
made a deal with a god to save his son and did everything he could to help us
to this end. Otto, I hope it is what you truly wanted. I hope my own Ustadh
made me into a worthy assassin for such a teacher and friend.
Pressing her forehead against Kasida's saddle, she considers her promise to Otto. If there was one
thing a Mashi Al’Maut understood, it was her responsibility to her dead. I can't tell Goddard, not ever. And I can’t put Otto's name on me, she thinks,
panicking slightly. Goddard would know somehow, even if it were in Arabyan. I’ll have to put The Guardian of the Stone, and
keep it at that.
