the chariot hurtled down the highway. “Whip the beasts harder, I say, whip them!” Lord Kushal was staring out of the carriage window in disbelief. Following his gaze, Ishvari cried out in delighted surprise—the sadhu of the valley was racing barefoot alongside the chariot! “Even your steeds will not win this race, O Kushal,” the sadhu laughed, his fine head adorned with its matted coils bobbing alongside the chariot window. The envoy recoiled. “I come to ask a favor,” the sadhu said gently, his dark eyes shining.

The envoy cocked his head, motionless though alert.

“I’m told Takshak honors your counsel and that you rank highest among the few who seek Melukhha’s good,” the sadhu continued. “If this is tru...

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