It was all she coulddo to walk back to her tent, and sit there in the silence. She pushed him back against the trunk of a tree and kissedhim, full on the lips right there in the midst of the ragged column. She loweredher gaze and held her tongue. e thunder of their destriers crossing thedrawbridge almost lost beneath the drumming from the castles.
Leaves and broken branches swirled past as fast as if they'd beenfired from a scorpion. Kill them, Hoat. She found her son seated beside a brazier, a mapacross his lap. What could possibly be amiss? That was moretruth than Lady Maege would wish to hear, however.
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