Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. Her blood spurted into his mouth and he drank. I consented. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. Only your horror of a grandfather insisted on coming with me, so I had to wait for him to be ready and travel at his pace.
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