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Jara slept in her old tent. The one she used to share with Bradamante.
It had been different sleeping in Rinaldo’s tent while he was gone, or in Michaela’s while Jara was sick.
She didn’t feel Bradamante’s absence so intensely in either of those places.
But now Bradamante’s disappearance was all Jara could think of.
If Rinaldo was right. If Rogero had taken her…
She would fight. She would never stop fighting until she won.
Jara had already seen that for herself.
Not during the tournament, although that was proof enough.
Not even during the most recent battle up at the pass.
It was when Jara and Bradamante were both only fifteen years old, and Jara’s father threw them out of his house into the arms of a mob of men.
“Jara, run!” But Jara stood frozen in a stupor, so overcome wi
