Words were going to be said, words both women might regret tomorrow. Faile stepped away so smoothly, so stately, that no one would ever have guessed what she had been saying a moment before. On the surface, at least. He sends me off.
He motioned the sisters back to their seats. That was the worst of it. like Birgitte drowning herself in drink, whatever the reason, but neither could she like the thought that anyone could do anything478A CROWN OF SWORDSat all better than her first Warder. He was not mad.
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