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Without the horses, Michaela and Astolpho traveled much more quickly.
Without the horses, Michaela could concentrate on what she needed to do.
It was a shock seeing that white-haired don’va with the limp.
The Butcher.
She should have killed him.
Michaela hurried Astolpho along now. They were so close, he said. They would reach Abincort tomorrow, some time midday.
She wanted to keep riding through the night, but Astolpho said it was too dangerous. He found a small farm where the farmer let them sleep in his field in exchange for Astolpho chopping an enormous stack of wood.
But the farmer and his wife fed them both. Michaela ate porridge sweetened with dried cherries.
Astolpho disappeared inside their house to eat some dead thing they offered. Michaela stayed in the small field
