“Well, Cy?” His friend was drawing idly in the dust with the point of his spear. “Well, what?” “Come on!” Born on the same day sixteen winters ago and close friends all their lives, the two young men read each other’s thoughts as easily as they read the weather. “You know what I mean, Cy. How d’you think the handshow will go?” “Most of them are sharp enough to see she’s telling the truth.” “Taja’s the sharpest of the lot, and she didn’t believe a word Roxanne said.” Cyrus angrily crossed out the pattern he had drawn. “Maybe.” Navid’s brain did not match the speed of his powerful warrior’s body. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You know, Nav. It’s general knowledge how Taja and I have been since Pari died. And once she’s set her mind on something, someone…So, it’s not as simple as whether she believes Roxanne or not.
