The packet was tied with thread so old that Ysabet expected it to break when Ashaun touched it.
Ashaun did not touch it.
Suth held it toward her with an impatient little movement.
“I haven’t concealed a snake.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“You haven’t asked anything. It’s becoming tiresome.”
Ashaun lowered herself onto the ground. Her right hand lay on her knee. The stone end of her left arm rested in the folds of her coat.
“What is it?”
