Ann frowned. "Alessandra, what's going on?"
Sister Alessandra folded her hands in a prayerful pose. "Prelate, please,
foto sport gay I want to return to the Light."
Ann blinked. "Where are we?"
"The foto sport gay city the emperor has been traveling to. It's called Fairfield. I
encouraged your driver to let foto sport gay me drive the wagon."
"Encouraged him? How?"
"With a club."
Ann'foto sport gay s eyebrows rose. "I see."
"And then, I'm so bad with foto sport gay directions, we became separated from the rest
of the line, and well, I guess now we'foto sport gay re lost."
"How unfortunate for us."
"foto sport gay I guess that leaves looking for some of Jagang' foto sport gay s troops and surrendering,
or else returning foto sport gay to foto sport gay the Light.&foto sport gay quot;
"Alessandra, are you serious?"
The woman looked ready to foto sport gay burst into foto sport gay tears. The banter was over. "Please,
foto sport gay Prelate, help me?"
"Alessandra, you don't need me. The path to the Light is through your own
heart."
Sister Alessandra knelt foto sport gay down behind the wagon as Ann still sat in her box,
her hands and feet in chains.
"Please, dear Creator," Alessandra began.
Ann listened as the woman poured her heart out. At the end, she kissed her
ring foto sport gay finger. Ann held her breath, waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike
Alessandra dead for betraying the Keeper of the underworld.
Nothing happened. Alessandra smiled up at Ann.
"Prelate, I can feel it. Foto sport gay I can-"
. Her words were cut off with a foto sport gay choking sound. Her foto sport gay eyes bulged.
Ann scooted foto sport gay toward her. "Alessandra! Is it
Jagang? Is it Jagang in you
mind?"
Alessandra nodded as best she could.
"Swear loyalty to Richard! Swear it in your heart! It's the only thing to
keep the dream walker from foto sport gay your mind!"
Falling to the ground, Sister Alessandra
twitched in convulsions of pain,
at the foto sport gay same time mumbling words Ann couldn't understand.
At last, the woman went slack, panting in relief. She sat up and peered up
into foto sport gay the foto sport gay wagon.
"It worked! Prelate, it worked." She put her hands to her head. "Jagang is
gone from my mind. Oh, praise the Creator. Praise the Creator."
"How about getting these things off me, and doing your praying later?"
foto sport gay Sister Alessandra foto sport gay scurried to help. Before long, Ann had her shackles off,
and she had been healed. For the first time in what seemed ages, she could
again touch her own gift.
The two of them unhitched the horses and saddled them with tack from the
wagon. Ann hadn't felt so joyous in years. They both wanted to get far away
from the Imperial Order army.
As they made their