He removed his hands, then positioned Tristan’s body lengthwise along thehorse’s wound and shoved the prince as far back into it as he could. The drawbridge would have been lowered, and more warriors wouldbe seen guarding the drawbridge and the arched bridge stretching over the island’s lake. “My orders are specific. I can earn my keep in the printin' line, I guess.
What Tristan was seeing and hearing was so all-encompassing that for several moments he hadto close his eyes. There were none. One by one, theypaid all they had. “I beg the Afterlife…,” he breathed.
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