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I eyed the plate before me “This is what any decent butcher reenerously assu it to the kitchens”

Snorri started tucking in “And what you leave will ry Eat up, Jal”

Jal again! I would have to sort that out with him sometime soon

Snorri cleared his plate in about the same tierous He took a stale hunk of bread froravy “That felloith the knife looks like he wants to stick it into you, Jal”

“What can you expect frorowl “You get what you pay for, and soon on’t be able to pay for even this”

Snorri shrugged “Your choice If you want luxury, sell your locket”

I restrained norance—all the , as you would think a e would have a better eye when it ca which valuables to carry off “What is it with you and my locket?”

“You’re a braveHe poked the last of the bread between his lips and started chewing, cheeks bulging

I frowned, trying to figure out why he’d said that—was it so dangling from the end of my knife was I put it in my mouth Best not to know

Finally Snorri e er rather than pay your debts And yet you could have paid the man off at any time with that trinket of yours You chose not to You chose to keep and honour the memory of your mother over your own safety That’s loyalty to family That’s honour”

“That’s nonsense!” Anger got the better of me It had been a rotten day A rotten week The worst ever I whipped the locket froment warned me too, but Snorri had worn both away Snorri and the rain “This,” I said, “is a simple piece of silver and I’ve never been brave in my—”