ails your king?” she asked, marveling that her loathing for Ghora had simply melted away. She felt no need to toy with him and found his melodramatic manner hilarious; karma would take care of him, far better than any human agency could.

“No one can tell,” Ghora replied haughtily, drawing himself up to his full height, which was not very impressive. “Healers from Crete, Sumeria and Egypt are just as baffled as our illustrious Susruta himself.” He shook his head. “Our poor king lies in darkness—even candlelight hurts his eyes.”

“Convey my apologies to Takshak,” she said. “Tell him I am done with healing.”

Ghora snorted in disbelief. “You joke! Takshak is your Maharaja as well! Can you be so ignorant of the exten...

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