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... amp, Bennott’s smiling face immediately fell, and he cast a sidelong glance at the guard beside him and tossed out an order.
"For those slaves who have just left the camp for some excitement, fifteen lashes each."
The guard nodded his head, ready to carry out the command, when suddenly something occurred to him, and he asked.
"And what about Lady Sistil?"
Hearing the name of that old hag made Bennott’s face turn even darker.
"Give her thirty lashes!"
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