"Do you swear upon pain beyond death, the pain of never being reborn, to keep the secrets of this place with your honor, with your strength, with your life?" "Do you swear upon pain of death never to guide another to this place who has not the blood right?"Īsh had no idea what the blood right was, but no doubt he'd find out-if he swore. "Do you swear upon pain of shunning, never to speak of this place outside of this place?" "I swear," Ash said, his deep voice echoing off the high canyon walls. So he nodded, and when the Prowman spat on his handĪnd held it out, Ash spat on his and clasped it. Was his uncle, in all but blood, and everyone Ash trusted, trusted him. Could he give that oath? What if whatever he saw was treasonous? Or dangerous to others? But the Prowman "Will you give it? To be silent to death of what you see, of what you hear,Īsh blinked slowly. This is the oath we ask of you," the Prowman said.
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