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He pointed the arrow at the squiremaster. Nywulf did not flinch. He stared straight down the shaft of the arrow into Aydor’s eyes. “And loose,� said Nywulf.
There are many ways to spend an afternoon, and plenty of them are unpleasant, but few are worse than spending time with priests.
realising that whether I was the dull black knife or the shining Conwy blade it made no difference. Both killed equally well.
