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Aznar did not come to his senses for a long time. Atara took care of him, applied some kind of ointment, put incense burners with healing herbs next to him, treated Markat with magic. Dea helped her as much as she could. She was tormented by anxiety. She saw that Bery also did not find a place for himself. He was worried, now and then walked up and down the room, went to the window and looked down at the city for a long time, to where the rescue work was still going on.

Deamara didn't ask, but guessed what he was thinking. About the losses brought by the avalanche. About the victims, about the missing crops and stocks. And about the discontent of those who survived. She herself constantly thought about it. Those bad rumors that Laran spread among her friends, and which had long since penetrated the city, now received the worst confirmation. Now even those who didn't believe would think it was her fault.

The Markats are a cruel and wild people, my father said. They are dangerous, they
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