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Purpose without pain

Without any pain at all

He had a blaspheht that took him by surprise and caused a headache of epic proportions that throbbed all through the night: He wondered if ht

Swiftly did one blasphe the prior seehtof the eleventh day of his exile, when she was laying her an his fall frorace

He’d labored arduously that day, and rip had slipped on a heavy stone Furthering his unease, wee children froe had played on the front lawn all afternoon The sound of their high voices, bubbling with laughter as they chased a bladder-ball at the edge of the surf or teased the furry beastie oolen yarns, had reverberated painfully inside his skull

Now, he sat in the corner, far fro dispiritedly on hard bread Of late, he’d been eating loaf after loaf of it, his body starved by his daily labors Yet no matter how much bread he consuic and weak He knew ’thy his grip had slipped today

Of late, when she spread the table with her rich and savory foods, his stos, he’d left the castle and walked outdoors to avoid te, he’d thought long and hard about his king’s re sustenance and had scrutinized the precise words of his coest you seek only bland foods

I would suggest

It was the est That was not at all how his king spoke to Vengeance It ht be… uncertain of hi, for some unfathoue was bland? An engraved invitation to interpretation, that as

Afterco had suffered so, so he’d been unable to anticipate what sustenance his body would require Thus, he had "suggested," leaving thehad placed such a trust in hi weakened in body and risk inciting his displeasure

When he rose and joined her at the table, her eyes rounded in disbelief

"I will dine with you this eve," he infor her up with his eyes The tantalizing scent of roasted suckling pig teased his nostrils; the glorious rainbow hues of fiery-haired Jane clad in an e he couldn’t naed after an incredulous pause