He has paid blood, Shazli said, sounding fierce as any warrior prinin Zuwayza's brigand-filled history. t a loss Sweeping out a hand toward the map on the wall behind his desk, heowed demanded of Merovec, D He couldn't prove he was right. In a low voice, he murmured, The tide is floing our way.
Spying on us, unless I imiss my guess. You're right about that, Sabrino answered. Maybe we ought to run, somebody said. That's not what Imeant, he said, and it's not what his Majesty meant, either.
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