The officer who gave me the pass said it did not matter. It will not be long before the notion spreads to the servants, and the soldiers. Rustles in the loft high above that might have escaped another's ears told of folk hiding there; he could hear anxious, fearful breaths. He would have chuckled, except that filament of fear remained.
But it was begun, and she had nothing to fear. He tried to make his voice calm, at least; it came out more of a growl in his throat. He might not always win, but close enough. What is this? A little slimmer than her wrist, the rod was smooth except for a few odd, flowing symbols incised on one flat end.
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