By G. M. Ford
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What? Where did I fit into his plans? Somehow, I didn't think I'd like the answers. SIX It turned out Freda really was exhausted. A few minutes after I covered her with that blanket, she began to snore. Perhaps magic took more out of her than I realized— though I still didn't put much trust in her futuretelling skills. When she'd read her Trumps, she hadn't revealed more than crumbs of information ... a few names, a few hints of dire things to come, which might or might not involve Dworkin and his various children.
Juniper ... Shadows... the Courts of Chaos—what were they? I glanced at the window again, thinking about Chaos. At least that name sounded familiar. Reading from the Great Book was part of every religious holiday in Ilerium, and I had heard some of the most famous passages hundreds of times over the years. Our most sacred scriptures told how the Gods of Chaos wrought the Earth from nothingness, then fought over their creation. They were supposed to be great, magical beings who would someday return to smite the wicked and reward the pious.
I finally asked after the waiting became impossible to bear. " She pointed to the cards before her. "Nine princes of Chaos, all torn asunder. " "I know fortune-tellers are always vague," I said, taking a stab at humor. " "It is part of an old nursery verse: "Nine princes of Chaos, all torn asunder; Six princesses of Chaos, where do they wander? " I had never heard it before. And yet it did fit. "A bit grim," I said. She shrugged. " With a start, I realized we were no longer speaking Tantari, but some other language, a richer one with a lilting rhythm.