She knew Martha would not ask anything that she did not wish to know. "You forgot your lunch," she said. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it.
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