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Bradamante awoke determined to reach camp by the end of the day. She wanted food. Real food. A blazing fire. Dry clothes.
Her sword. She would keep that sword strapped to her side every moment from now on. She had gotten careless, believing she was safe within the confines of her own army’s camp.
If she had been wearing it when Rogero tried to capture her, she could have fought him off then and most likely killed him.
It was a lesson she would never, ever forget.
She had had plenty of time over the past several days to contemplate all of her many mistakes.
To reverse them in her mind, and see what she should have done instead.
Sometimes even the smallest errors could lead to disastrous consequences later on.
If only she had taken the time to examine more closely the articles Rog
