“What are they?”
My gaze follows the direction he points his spear.
“They are the Guardians of the Pass.”
“What do they guard?”
He grunts and steps closer to the edge of the lake. I sink further under the cool water to hide my nudity, which earns me an assessing stare.
“Girl-child has nothing to hide from a Tzwaeni. We honor our girl-childs.”
Honor must have a different meaning to them, as I am positive that they raped the miller’s wife not long after they decapitated her husband.