After a year of slavery in the Salt Mines of Endovier, Celaena Sardothien was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-p oint. Most of the thousands of slaves in Endovier received similar treatment— though an extra half- dozen guards always walked Celaena to and from the mines. Th at was expected by Adarlan’s most notorious assassin. What she did not usually expect, however, was a hooded man in black at her side— as there was now. He gripped her arm as he led her through the shining building in which most of Endovier’s offi cials and overseers were housed. Th ey strode down corridors, up fl ights of stairs, and around and around until she hadn’t the slightest chance of fi nding her way out again. At least, that was her escort’s intention, because she hadn’t failed to notice when they went up and down the same staircase within a matter of minutes. Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells.
After a year of slavery in the Salt Mines of Endovier, Celaena Sardothien was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-p oint. Most of the thousands of slaves in Endovier received similar treatment— though an extra half- dozen guards always walked Celaena to and from the mines. Th at was expected by Adarlan’s most notorious assassin. What she did not usually expect, however, was a hooded man in black at her side— as there was now. He gripped her arm as he led her through the shining building in which most of Endovier’s offi cials and overseers were housed. Th ey strode down corridors, up fl ights of stairs, and around and around until she hadn’t the slightest chance of fi nding her way out again. At least, that was her escort’s intention, because she hadn’t failed to notice when they went up and down the same staircase within a matter of minutes. Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells.
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