Little Horse

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“What’s he like, this—this brother of yours? Brother Wolf?”

Little Horse could hear the hesitation as Clove Scented Smoke on Wind fumbled with the concepts. Little Horse scanned the sky from the vantage point of the bridge pier; still no sign of a gossamer approaching from the west.

“Blade brother,” Little Horse corrected Clove. The apothecary had been sole survivor of a landslide that had reduced his household’s estate to rumble. Since the holding had been one of the clan leader’s farthest-flung households, Clove had little dealings with the holy caste of sekasha and thus wasn’t familiar with the strict mindsets. Nor did he understand the relationships between the clan leader and his bodyguards.

“But you should not refer to him that way, nor should you call him Brother Wolf.” Little Horse leapt down off the tall stone pier to land lightly beside Clove. “Always call him ‘Wolf Who Rules.’ There are others—like my father—who would be quite upset if you infer that he is my brother of flesh and blood.”

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