A tongue of flame trailed back from the upraised torch as he went. The dagger was on the bedside table. It would not do if certain people learned that we had spoken in private. The company of other boys would do him good, she had dared to suggest.
She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. A saddle of my own design, you may be interested to know. He heard some sort of commotion outside and turned back to the window. Qotho gave her a stinging slap.
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