” Looking over at Tristan, the highlander chieftain smiled. Without turning around, he knew that Tyranny was approaching. Then he saw the unfamiliar faces. Watching the army as best he could, he tried to estimate itssize.
Xanthus took the black knotted cord from his duster. “Was it wrong of me?” she asked. “But take heart. Then the boltsholding the wrist manacle to the tabletop ripped loose, freeing the debtor.
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