Too many ifs, Tomas. The thing could have covered him from head to knees. Do you stoop to kidnapping men in the halls now, Teslyn? the other said. Dressing quickly, he chose a plain coat of dark bronze silk, then stuffed the sliced rags as far under the bed as he could reach until he could dispose of them without Nerim seeing.
740A CROWN OF SWORDSHis hands ran along his spear—an ashandarei, Birgitte called it—unthinkingly fingering the haft as if he might need to defend himself. Some had thrust their short spears into the harnesses that held their bow cases on their backs, so the spearheads bobbed above their heads; the short horn bows were out, arrows nocked. That's how little I wanted your arms around me! I did with you what I've never done with any man—and don't you think I was never tempted!— local women wearing their best, the deep necklines outlined by a little lace or a great deal of embroidery, but none in silk.
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