” He waved the gun at Lucy who stepped back. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. She leaned back in the corner of the cab with a little sigh of relief. There was nothing to replace the all important letter from her father. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. He jumped back, wrenching the sword away.
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