The Inquisitor raised his axe to strike. She loves him.

The strongest images around the gleeman are a man—not him—juggling fire, and the White Tower, and that doesn’t make any sense at all for a man. The strongest things I see about the big, curly-haired fellow are a wolf, and a broken crown, and trees flowering all around him. And the other one—a red eagle, an eye on a balance scale, a dagger with a

“Sazed?” she asked. “Yes, child?” “Do you know any wedding ceremonies?” Elend nearly dropped the cloth in shock.