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... ife and spearing a section of roast boar with enough violence to suggest that he wished it was Owain Lothian before him rather than a hunk of roasted meat.
"Tiernan," Master Isabell said, looking at him with a complex expression as her normally placid companion lost much of his composure. "There are still things we should consider. Perhaps we should discuss this privately tonight and return tomorrow," she said, casting a questioning glance at the dark-haired youth.
"No, we’ve hea ...
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