‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. The sword, Jacques. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. ’ Too late he saw his error.
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