Rastaban’s words ricocheted through Andrev’s skull, and he blinked rapidly.
“Pardon, sir?”
Rastaban’s smile turned puzzled. “You do play the pipes, don’t you? Of course, Kana lies to me all the time, so you don’t have to perform if you don’t want to --”
Andrev swallowed hard. He didn’t dare ask to hear those words again. He tried to will his feet to move, to carry him away to safety, but then children were clamoring around him, begging him to carve toy whistles and other charms.
“Brother, brother, please?” they piped up, dancing in eager circles around him.
Andrev smiled. “Yes.”
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