I sleep so late the following day that I’m woken by the sun slanting high through the window beside my bed, its golden light falling right onto my face. With a groan, I roll over, taking my covers with me and hiding beneath them. What I wouldn’t give for one more hour of rest. No, make that ten. Maybe with…
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By the time we return to the road, our men are nearly finished with their tasks. The wagons and carts look ready to be driven back to the chateau. I don’t see any of the surviving republican men, and I’m too afraid to ask what will happen to them or if there even are any more survivors other than the…
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Henri stays true to his word, keeping close enough that his power lingers over me and I’m not in danger of tripping or running face-first into a branch. Beneath the false calm his magic provides waits a sea of roiling emotions: fear and anxiety and confusion and disbelief. I’m worried that if his power slips even a fraction, they might…
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I wake to the sound of men arguing. Two of the voices, I recognize. The third only sounds vaguely familiar. I should probably open my eyes and find out what’s going on, but my head hurts something fierce. It feels like I drank an entire barrel of cheap ale, and now I’m suffering the consequences. “You couldn’t have kept that…
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