” “No,” she moaned, “not that. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully.
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