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“Of course,” Dale replied, then groaned as Leese walked off

Alton glanced at her in surprise “Is Leese not treating you well?”

“Too well I et sick or break a leg or so?”

Alton sat before his tent doodling in his journal He mulled over what he’d seen in the cracks in the wall, the patterns Eyes And faces Some of these he dreith their tormented expressions, but he was no artist and he scribbled them out When he’d taken Dale to see the cracks and she saw nothing unusual, he became unsure of his perceptions He couldn’tat theht was different, or…He just didn’t know anymore Perhaps he obsessed over the wall sohi like his cousin Pendric Those ru whispered around camp

A cohts of patterns and cracks Dale eed from Leese’s tent and declared she was free, followed out by the grinningand bindings had been removed from Dale’s arm

“Look,” she said, flexing her arathered around her

“She’s not to overuse it,” Leese cautioned, “and she’s still to wear the sling for a portion of the day”

Dale rolled her eyes “It’s not like I’ranite”

Leese looked estion “I should hope not! It would undo all the good work”

The next thing Alton knew, Dale was announcing it was time they had a little party to celebrate An “arm liberation party,” she called it The cooks of both enca supplies, and so and actually returned with a stag, several hares, and soift of whiskey and his own supply of wine, but it did not take long before Dale had hi potatoes The cooks who had taken a shine to hi hi him when he blushed

Both encampments perked up as anticipation of the event spread Life at the as a serious affair, with danger never far and the fear of the wall’s de over everyone, but this respite elcomed by all

Dale was here and there, supervising the fire pit over which the stag would be roasted, directing the collection of wood for a bonfire, and theof benches to sit on around it She rounded up various personnel with , which picked up the spirits of all who heard therabbed a potato