Otah pulled open the netting and turned over in his cot, twisting his head to look at him. ‘Is there something I can bring you, Most High?’ the servant boy asked from the doorway of the tent. e best bed in Machi had made a difference. He remembered looking up at the wide sky with something like contentment. He remembered with fondness the feeling of resting at the end of a day, his limbs warm and weary, sinking into the woolen blanket that only half protected him from the ticks. He had spent days on horseback or hunkered down in the backs of wagons or walking. He had worked the gentleman’s trade, traveling as a courier for a merchant house with business in half the cities of the Khaiem. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt: What reading level is Seasons of War book?
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