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"Go!" Jardir snapped, and the men ran off instantly

Jardir looked back at Leesha, whose face was a sandstoro?" she dee had been in Krasian, and she had likely understood only a fraction of as said

"Of course not," Jardir said, switching back to her tongue "They will be put to death"

"But they thanked you!" Leesha said

"For not castrating the theround "Would serve the coresons right"

"No, it would not!" Leesha said Jardir could tell she was still upset, but he had no idea why Should he have killed thereenlanders had different rules for their women, and he had no idea how they handled such matters as this

"What else do you require?" Jardir asked "They did not succeed in violating or even harirl," he nodded respectfully to Wonda, "so it is not expected that they should coin, anyway," Wonda said Leesha looked at her sharply, but the girl only shrugged

"But it’s required they pay with their lives?" Leesha demanded

Jardir looked at her curiously "They will die with honor They will go naked into the night tomorroith only their spears to protect theed "That’s barbaric!"

It was then Jardir understood The greenland taboo was death He bowed "I had thought the punishment would please you, mistress I can have theged She turned back to Jardir "Very well But we require to bear witness, and I to treat the men’s wounds when the punishment is complete"

Jardir was surprised at the request, but he hid it well, bowing deeply The custo "Of course, mistress It will be done at sunset tomorrow, for all the Sharum to see and remember I will administer the lashes myself"

Leesha nodded "Thank you That will suffice"

"This tirowled, and Jardir smiled to see the fierceness in her eyes Three Spears of the Deliverer it took just to hold her, and none of the, even kai’Sharu at her, he caht well tear his army asunder, but Everam had chosen hiave the woman a warrior’s bow "There will not be another, Wonda vah Flinn am’Cutter am’Hollow On this, you havea hand on his arm, and Jardir’s spirit leapt at the touch

There was a loud knocking on the door

"Whozzat?" Rojer cried, starting awake and looking about His rooes of the velvet curtains

The bed was a wonder unlike anything Rojer had felt since his time in Duke Rhinebeck’s brothel The oose feathers, and the sheets s on a war more, Rojer was unable to resist its pull as his head fell back into the pillow’s embrace