Feeling the leather bag bang against her hip brought back her father in a way so fresh and clear that grief pricked her again and made her feel like crying. “One last thing,” he said as they adjusted their saddle girths. “Rhea!” Jonas called again. “Gods give us all peace.
s corn or beans”), and finally about those things clearly closest to his heart: horsin, coursin, and ranchin. except it felt more to Cuthbert as if the poor old thing were shuddering. It was almost the rig of an outlaw or a harrier (she had the idea that Jonas, he of the wavery voice, and his two friends might have been both, in other times and other climes) or even a gunslinger. when the battlements of the castle and the towers of the city were actually in sight.
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