“Maybe we deserve the guards,” she'd said yesterday, and meant it, but Šuraš hadn't thought murder would justify her.
Or that Ba-a-šuvon might.
“Dhauroš is our friend,” Father argued. “Dhiav's death – ”
“Redeems his father's shame. Dhauroš loves another sun – I'll not mourn!”
Since arguments ended violently lately, Šuraš retreated to kitchen chores.
“What if someone takes to Ba-šu like to Dhiav?” Ihna'a worried, as they scrubbed pots.
“He'd have a fight then,” Šuraš sighed. Silence, then:
“He'll break with Father for murder,” Ihna'a muttered fearfully.
“Hush!” she rebuked. Ihna'a flushed.
But when Ba-a-šuvon departed stormily later, tears stung Šuraš's eyes.