Then fall Caesar.” ‘You are the Spirit King’s beloved, Lulu,’ Sub-Prioress Dalia said, every night after the day I stabbed Taki. For years, she never missed a night. I waited, unable to sleep, until I heard those words and smelt the sweet scent of the white rose. Deep within me, another type of flower began to grow. ‘Help me pull the weeds out, Lulu,’ she said one morning, as she tended the Prioress’s rose garden, a hard job in the heat and dryness of a place where dust was the only profitable harvest. ‘I need Sub-Prioress Kapera’s advice on this,’ she would add. ‘Run and take this note to her, Lulu. No one else, mind. No one else.’ I darted through the holding camp corridors until I found Sub-Prioress Kapera. She flinched every time she took one of the notes from my alabaster hand. ‘Wait here,’ the elder Controller ordered. She managed never to actually look at me for my dancing eye, another physical malady for Pale Ones to bear along with all the others, scared her.
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