Lyn came soaring into the hall the next moment, letting out a fierce cry of triumph as she landed. One of her shoulders was soaked with blood, and claw marks on her other arm suggested hounds and narrow escapes. But she hugged me as if pain did not exist, and the happy tears in her eyes made me believe it for a moment – damn the dead, damn the injured … We had won. The full realisation still wouldn’t land. Tared strode in moments after Lyn, sword in his hand, the widest grin I’d ever seen on his face; Naxi bounced through the gates a minute later, sticking out her tongue at corpses at every
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