Using his free hand, he pointed to the prince. He smelt of tobacco and liquor though he never seemed to be drunk. The mallet drove the wedge deeper into the shrinking space between the man’s knees, squeezinghis limbs against the planks and crushing the flesh and bone. Running to the port gunwale, Shailiha looked westward.
Love'em and leave 'em, that's the only way for stiffs like us. I know him. Screaming wildly, he raisedhis sword high, then brought it down with everything he had. “The royal palace it is,” she repeated.
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