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“Jara. Jara!”
Bradamante knelt beside her friend in the snow. More snow fell wet and heavy from above. She made a shield with her long hair to keep the snow from covering Jara’s face.
Bradamante was afraid to touch her. She didn’t know which bones might be broken. But it was clear that many of them had to be, after Jara fell so hard and from so great a height.
Rogero had used his sorcery to yank Jara from horseback and toss her high in the air, then fling her so far across the valley, Bradamante lost sight of her.
Rogero brought his hand back to his side and clutched at the bleeding wound. His face looked a pale grayish-brown.
Bradamante didn’t care that he was already injured. She was glad she gave him that wound.
But it wasn’t enough. Not after what she just saw. Jara was innoc
