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It was Orlando who set the bone.
“It’ll be harder the longer you wait,” he said.
Rinaldo unstoppered the second jar of wine.
He handed it to Orlando for the first few sips. Then Rinaldo drank all the rest while Orlando used a knife to cut open his leather boot.
Jara held the torch from the doorway of the tent so Orlando could see what he needed to do.
Orlando whistled at the sight before him. The leg was swollen up to Rinaldo’s knee and the bruising was so dark the skin was nearly black.
Orlando pressed his finger lightly against the flesh of Rinaldo’s shin. It made a small indention. Rinaldo had to choke back the vomit that threatened to rise in his throat. Just that light touch felt close to unbearable.
Then without warning, Orlando grabbed Rinaldo’s heel with one hand and his
