Then, with her hands she made certain signs, one or two of which i recognized, for i had seen kaththea sketch their like. A candle apiece, that congregation watches me, like some annual virgin paraded in her garish tawdriness through the usual pious squalor.
Jeslek rode forward, seemingly toward shyren, with anya keeping her mount abreast of the white-haired and sun-eyed mage.