how“I offered to send for a healer, but both the warriors said they could bandage it up themselves, which was all the best healer could do, and good healers usually cost a couple of silvers or even a golden, and bad ones weren’t worth the coppers they charged. So Cleancut bandaged it up for her friend, I put them in the best room I could, and in the morning, Daggerdrawn was dead between the sheets.” Having given his account, Flourhands stopped speaking.
A heartbeat after he stopped, Cleancut opened her mouth again—but at a “Silence!” from the Townmistress, she fell to sucking in her lips.
After a long breath to catch her thought, however, Sparrowsong gave Cleancut a nod. “So, warrior, have your second speech. Explain to me how a wound which no one seems to have considered worth a healer’
