I fear they must meet with accidents, Majesty. On a makeshift flagstaff, trimmed from a young tree dead in the drought and lashed to a bare wagon hoop for more height, waved a crimson banner, a black-and-white disc in its heart. Sai-dar filled her, not just with life and joy, but this time, with awe. e cabin; the rest of the Redarms hunkered about the deck, trying to keep out of the way of the rowers.
Why did they bloody well have to stop now? he moaned, so softly she barely heard. There had been argument for the past half-hour, near enough. Maybe trying to figure some way around it. Maybe he could follow them down at a distance.
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