"Their names got buried under the divine curse. " Charana's voice droned on, "So did their tales, for Lomas, the wisest of all dwizas, sealed the ominous lore, afraid if anyone managed to find the secret of speech, they would commit the same mistakes as his brethren had done."
Agam couldn't help but sneer at the stupidity of the tale. As far as he knew, the royal chroniclers told a different version of the origin of varnas. But again, Status tales rarely had anything with the truth.
He looked at the old man, who had suddenly stopped, and was looking at him.
"What? Is the story over?.." Agam said. No! He tried to say. His lips moved. His throat vibrated. However, to his horror, no sound broke the gloomy silence of the chamber. Agam's face paled. He got to his feet.
What the fuck was going on! He tried to speak again, but again no word came out. His eyes widened in horror. He looked at the old suta, who was staring at him with a serene face.
