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The dirt road the Lir man raced down cut along the side of the valley, heading straight south. There were no trees surrounding the lane, or even a long, stone wall to offer a bit of cover.
“This was your plan?” Finn asked as we strode south along the dirt road out in the open for all to see. “You had the brilliant idea to go up to a castle and send a madman charging away on his horse?”
I bit my lips together.
“And now we just saunter along after the angry laxe and hope he doesn’t notice?” Finn asked.
“Well, no.” I untied the string at the end of my braid and shook my hair free. “Honestly, I was hoping we’d find someone with a loose tongue, eager to complain about the chivving child who’d frozen a flock of birds and murdered a man. But this works as well.”
The Lir man rode so far a
