High Priestess Celara offered her a kind smile, her hands interlaced over her jeweled cane. “How does she?” Alari asked, glancing up the grand marble staircase to where the empress lay above. Even this sitting room was thick with the smell of incense; red powder had been scattered in the corners of the room by the priests of Meithea to misdirect spirits drawn by the empress’ illness as a gateway to the living. The High Priestess gave a half-shrug. “A bit better today, I think. We had tea together, she ate a little. We talked of the coming summer.” That the empress might not live long enough to feel the summer sun on her face made Alari’s throat tighten. “The High Priest of Behur is with her now. They make offerings daily to the god of Healing. As I do for the empress’ sake.” Celara’s dark eyes shone. “As I do for you.” “What of my mate?” Alari asked suddenly.
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