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Bradamante warmed her icy fingers over the fire.
Astolpho had brought a flint stone and striking iron with him. She nearly embraced him again just for that.
While he tended to Michaela, wrapping her in blankets, trying to keep her comfortable and warm, Bradamante had gathered wood from the forest floor and set about building the fire.
The snow here wasn’t nearly as deep as it was on the hillsides or in the canyons. Frontino and the other two horses wandered freely in the woods, grazing on what they could find.
The tan horse, Rune, looked as well as the other two.
Bradamante couldn’t deny Michaela’s power.
Even though watching Michaela stab her own horse in the neck seemed proof that the redhead had lost her mind.
Once Bradamante had a hardy fire blazing, she found the nearest st
