“To Faegan,” he said. “Is there truly no other way?”“Not that I can find,” Tristan answered. Raising his dreggan, he narrowly parried a highlander sword flashing toward him in the moonlight. “With your permission, Your Grace?” he asked.
Several columns crashed down, narrowly missing Tristan and Shadow. Lothar escorted her to the doorway. ”“Good,” Einar answered. Tristan looked politely at the council elders.
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