Chapter 94 “Your horse is my prisoner too. Drafted into my service—my property. We have another word for that: ‘slave.’” “…Ines, hold on—since I’ve finally become your slave, may I say this in commemoration? Damn, you’re too perfect a master.” “Don’t praise me. You’re a prisoner.” She guided her horse slowly toward the hut. In any case, ride a few...
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