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Her thoughts were disturbed by an outburst around the fire Thehied to catch a lynx Fury made a weak atteusted Alison She rose and walked towards the to cut yer balls off'

One of the men prodded Fury and Alison's eyes settled on him She knew she could kill him before he had time to rise Her sword flicked out and he cowered as it swept over his head and cut a trig froht it, trimmed the end and used it to rehter but, when her fingers tightened on the sword, their features tensed She gave a lynx hiss and walked off with the pot

Adrina looked up as Alison approached Her face was drawn and haggard, her skin deadly white She tried to raise a hand in greeting but the effort caused her whole body to shake Alvero lay beside her, tended by Miralda The old wo a pad of herbs and moss that covered a wound in his belly

Alison halted, sensing the tension The young ruel of oats and onion and noas time to find out what the concoction had to say about his wound If the injury was superficial then the smell of onion would not penetrate to the outside If the intestines had been cut through, the smell would be un and revealed a short cut It looked clean and there was no sign of infection but the sight unnerved Alison She knehat sort of stroke had caused the injury It was not the result of a slashing action The wound would have been produced by a thrust with a short sword If the sword had been arrested by body arht be well But if the blade had penetrated deeply, serious injury was inevitable

Miralda leant over, placed her nose near the wound and sniffed Alison did not have to wait If the expression on the old woiven the verdict, the faint aroma of onion would have told its tale Miralda drew herself up

'The sword reached his vitals' She touched Adrina's ar I can do to cure his ill'

Adrina sank back sobbing Her whole body shook and fresh blood began to ooze through her bandages Alison bent down to comfort her