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... either of you draws a sword I will have you shot.”
Angharad’s lips thinned, back straightening as she glared down at the man. She had already given her oath, what manner of honorless cur did he take her for? Cantica’s mayor, a middle-aged man with a bushy black beard whose wildness contrasted with the tidiness of his dated woolen green tunic, looked unimpressed by her anger.
“Glare all you want, girl, but I’ve permission from the commander in Three Pines to dispose of any of you ...
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