Wherein the tide breaks (ch. 12)
“The Shaman of Devona had never been liked. The people of Devona liked him least of all. So much they disliked him that they begged the spirits and the shades and the first sun to send them deliverance, to send them peace. As had always been the case, the prayers and requests that were spoken to the wind were heard first by the Shaman, who would in turn speak to the stones and the storms who would in turn convey the prayers, as well as they could remember them, to the spirits and the shades and the first sun. The Shaman wanted nothing but the best for the people of Devona, and naturally, believed they needed the best Shaman they could get. So the people of Devona prayed and prayed, and the Shaman only wished they’d pray for something that’d do them any good.” Excerpt from the tales of suspect origin, Jennept’s archive of northern stories. The guard had diligently surveyed and observed the cell of the two foreign agents for almost two months. The guards had been less diligent. The