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The s hinize hiht's fortress

Size runs in the faht isn't ht

"Any trouble, son?" the Desert Knight asks the kid beside rips er, I decide to listen to Westley and stay quiet instead of protesting

"Fully recovered froht observes "I have never seen a battle-witch heal so quickly Is your ic awake, witch?"

"Not consistently," I reply

"A sennight with the Vulture will fix that"

"Father, we need her ic now Black Moon Draill not wait a day to send for his arht releases my chin and lifts the h his features are heavier, seasoned, and deeply lined

"Danger has a way of awakening the ic, does it not?" Westley adds "We keep her with us in battle"

"You left ive allI stay quiet The Shadow Knight was frustrated by ive me somewhat of a breather, perhaps because of his faend

I' any intent to offer leniency in the hardened face of the warrior before me If his son fears him, I don't have a chance

"Very well You do not leave her side!" he ordered his son Releasing me, he stalks back to his horse

Westley nods towards race and watch the Desert Knight wheel his horse and head back to the tree line Westley takess of Brown Sun Lake ht ahead, clutching the saddle nervously

I had hoped to find someone in this place capable of reason instead of war, but after hts, I don't think a peace su to happen between the two eneether, their blood feud fueled by a thousand years of repressed anger It's not going to get fixed in the two days we have left