With the death of Cheketa, comes the extinction of her entire clan. Bodush hugs himself. He should feel safe, but he knows that there are still a few followers left. Enough to make him nervous of every shadow.
He knows that he won’t be safe in Febril for a while.
It was fortunate that Cheketa wanted him alive rather than just killed where he was standing.
Ironically it was her hatred that kept him alive.
He spends the next few days hiring labourers to repair the self-inflicted damage to his property and organising replacements for the staff he’d just fired.
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