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We saw a horde of crinos warriors enter the throne room. They all wore thick leather kilts on which rested a double weapon belt supporting a claymore. They pushed Bonnie firmly forward, a frail figure in the midst of them. She walked calmly; her hands trapped behind her back. The dress that had been loaned to her earlier was crumpled and stained with mud, but in no way affected the hispo’s natural dignity. She seemed serene and determined, ready to face what awaited her. When I saw the glare of her green eyes, I had the reflex to take a step in her direction. Galgacus held me back by the elbow. “Not a word, not a gesture, young wolf.” He leaned down so his mouth was against my ear. “Please, for your safety and that of your friends, be quiet!” I met Bonnie’s gaze as she walked past u
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