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Jara supported Rinaldo’s leg and helped him ease into his tent. By the time she had him settled and covered in blankets, his face was slick with sweat.
“Should I take off your boots?” she asked.
He pointed to his left leg. “Only that one.”
His face was creased with pain. Even though the injury was to his other leg, Jara was still very careful removing his boot.
“Don’t you think we should… look at it?” she asked.
Rinaldo wiped the sweat from above his lip. “After I’ve had some wine.”
“How did you—” she began to ask, but he answered a different question instead.
“I didn’t find her,” he said.
“I… guessed,” Jara said.
She knew the misery on Rinaldo’s face wasn’t only because he was injured. The fact that Bradamante wasn’t with him told her the search had failed.
But Jara was grat
