![]() ![]() “You know I’m not.” He pulled his shirt on and leaned over to kiss her. “Are you going to fight him?” Sherin asked, emerging from the covers. “Tell Brother Frentis to muster the scout troop and inform Brother Caenis I’ll be there directly.” He’s all alone if you can believe such a thing.” Seems in a bad way, having a hard time staying in the saddle. Dressed like one of those horsemen we fought at the beach. “Captain Antesh offered to feather him but Brother Caenis thought you might want him alive.” “There’s an Alpiran at the gates demanding you come and fight him, my lord.” Janril’s eyes slid from Vaelin’s face to snatch a glance at the room beyond, before fixing on the still growling Scratch. ![]() “What is it?” he demanded, pulling the door open. Sherin put her hands to her lips to suppress a laugh and shrank into the covers as Vaelin reached for his trews. ![]()
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