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Tales of the Gods
Satyabhama had asked to go. Not been permitted, not been allowed as a favour - she asked the way a warrior asks, with her weapons already gathered.
Satyabhama had asked to go.
Not been permitted. Not been allowed as a favour.
She asked the way a warrior asks - standing in front of Krishna with her weapons already gathered - and something in her voice made it clear that no was not an answer she intended to accept.
Pragjyotishapura was not a place armies came back from.
It stood on a hill with water on three sides, and it was ringed with walls.
Beyond the walls, a barrier of nooses. Mechanical or magical - nobody who reached them lived to say which.
Beyond that, a wall of mountains.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.