If you’ve been reading along with the book club, or have read the books before, you’ll know that, in Nia’s words, Kal has seen terrible things. Last week we saw how fear can lead to harshness. This week we see love in the midst of that.
“Please, Nia! There is no changing this.”
“He’s my son,” Nia said. Her eyes burned into Rudric’s until he looked away.
“Turalay,” Rudric said at last, and he drew the knife blade across Nia’s palm. She didn’t flinch. The Keeper of the Hollows took Nia’s wrist and held up her bleeding hand for the assembly to see. “Hollowsfolk! Before these witnesses has the ancient law been invoked! Beneath the branches of the ancient tree has the oath been made! Let blood seal the freedom of the captive!”
“Let it be,” answered the assembly. Rudric released Nia’s hand and stepped aside. She walked forward and placed her palm against the trunk of the giant tree, and Janner noticed for the first time that there were many other palm prints, faded with age, dappling the smooth bark above the throne.
Discussion: What was your favorite passage this week?
Who would you declare turalay for?
Do you have a good recipe for pumpkin bread?
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