Tell her—and Joline—that if they fail to send regular reports from now on, they will wish they had never been born. Not that he had not enjoyed himself in patches, but only when he could forget he was with a woman who thought746A CROWN OF SWORDShe was some sort of bloody doll. I doubt nine feather dancers with a shipload of brandy could corrupt him. Choosing her words carefully, she confronted the would-be queen like a stooping eagle.
That was part of the method for saving a Warder. Nothing else is to get in the way. They do need friends, Master Cauthon, as do you. Carefully, she took her hand away from her braid.
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