Matching Pieces (Part 1)
Nalrond's chest was healed enough for him to breathe again. He wanted to yell, to curse at the Horseman and deny everything she said. Yet he lay down on the floor, his spirit as broken as his body.
He knew that she was telling the truth because the methods for dealing with Dawn had been passed down in his tribe for generations. He had learned them as a child and put them into practice as an adult.
He had never doubted those teachings or questioned his actions.
From the Rezars' point of view, they were doing Mogar a favor. Taking her knowledge was no act of malice, just their rightful compensation for the horrors they had suffered from the same Forbidden Magic that had spawned her.
From Dawn's point of view, however, the Rezars were a bunch of cruel monsters and she was their victim.