3. Blood Ties
The traitor's way ends in the Temple. Whenever her minders speak to trap her, Míriel replies: "I cleave to Pharazôn, for I am faithful." Dangerous play—damnable (demure) contempt—but she'll hold forth.
For her father had long sight, and she's a surgeon's hand—she'll cleave the nation, make her body the suture on a house divided. She need last only long enough to cut cousin from cousin—black sheep from white wings.
So Elendil shall have his ships in Romenna, and the Faithful safe passage thither: the marriage bed's gifts.
If only he succeeds, then let the Templers come.
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