“I have to get back to my men, make sure they’re all right.” Rastaban pushed himself to his feet cautiously, and was surprised to realize that he felt perfectly fine.
Shanka shook her head. “You’ve been unconscious for nearly a week. They’ve all headed back to their own villages; the war is over.”
“Khouri and Rhajj --”
“Think you’re dead,” Shanka said. “I let them check your corpse.”
Rastaban’s stomach roiled at the word corpse. “This is madness.”
“This is reality.” Shanka shouldered her pack, handed another to Old Master. “And I wasn’t joking when I said I knew your mother.”
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