About the book: year / - He who is going to death greets you! — Mark, according to tradition, bowed to the gest, then to his warriors, and only then went out into the circle. The stands roared, welcoming him. I grabbed the marble side with my hands, hoping that the Sintars would not immediately crush Mark into dust for his insolence. Well, I asked you not to interfere! I asked for it! Such is the custom that once every ten years they fly in to collect tribute from the lands under their control. And according to the terms of the agreement, the youngest daughters in the royal clans always act as tribute - ten daughters from ten clans. And who is to blame that in one of ten births I was born the youngest daughter??