The Red sisters are swollen up like puff-fish with it. I can't see their eyes inside those helmets, and if anybody had given an alarm, it would be behind us. Bornhald waved for Jeral to begin. Why would she be part of a search? Or any of the women, for that matter.
He scrubbed a hand across his lips; the taste of fear lay bitter on his tongue. I could stay here. For that matter, Byar looked uncomfortable, as well. They worked Carn with knives, like they wanted him to tell them something.
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