“You saved my life, t’tahinay,” (Rakia) murmured. “Hold firm to that.”
In a rush of gratitude, Hesta came up on the cushions of the chair, twisted about, put her arms around Rakia and squeezed her tight. “Laksra,” she whispered.
Rakia pulled back sharply. “What did you say?”
Hesta drew back also, startled. “I-I don’t know.”
Voices sounded from the hall. Boots smacked smartly over the wide polished boards.