"Steal peace, Eugenides. Steal me some time" -- Eddis to Eugenides“You were the princess Irene the first time we met.”
“It means ‘peace,’” Attolia said. “What name could be more
inappropriate?” -- Eddis and Attolia after the latter's kidnapping
Interesting isn't it?
“Please,” he whispered. His voice was low but clear. “Don’t hurt me anymore.”
Attolia recoiled. Once, as a child, she’d thrown her slipper in a rage and had knocked an amphora of oil from its pedestal. The amphora had been a favorite of hers. It had smashed, and the scent of the hair oil inside had lingered for days. She remembered the scent still, though she didn’t know what in the stinking cell had brought it to mind. -- Eugenides and Attolia after cutting off his hand
This passage implies she had just unknowingly broken something very important to her.
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