Remarkable, she muttered. One thing at a time, and the one thing right now was Olver. Men and horses lay everywhere, pieces of men and horses, those still alive thrashing, around a hole in the ground half as wide as the street. Logic must prevail over emotion.
This time, she did sound penitent. Suddenly she frowned at the Green standing over her, and her voice became sullen and defensive. The Light burn my soul, I hope you're right. Pedron Niall grunted as Morgase placed a white stone on the board with a smile of triumph.
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