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‘Why?’

‘Because you ht enjoy it’

‘And what business is that of yours, Iron Bars?’

‘It’s not good, that’s all’ He turned away ‘Corlo, see to the prisoners under the wagon Heal theht Isoood at all, because Iwhen her sword’s blade had connected with that deserter’s helether

I hurt But I can … cal, senseless and cold

‘All right, Iron Bars,’ she said ‘Keep it away fro helps’

‘Aye Not yet, anyway’

‘Not ever,’ she said ‘I know, you’re thinking ti

But you see, Avowed, it’s soo It ith my last breath, every last breath’

She saw the compassion in his eyes and, inexplicably, hated him for it ‘Let me think on that, lass’

‘To what end?’

‘Can’t say, yet’