‘Derfel,’ she said softly, ‘so long as your hand is scarred and so long as mine is scarred, we are one. Agreed?’ I looked into her eyes and knew this was no small thing, no childhood game, but an oath that would bind me throughout this world and maybe into the next. For a second I was terrified of all that was to come, then I nodded and somehow managed to speak. ‘Agreed,’ I said. ‘And so long as you carry the scar, Derfel,’ she said, ‘your life is mine, and so long as I carry the scar, my life is yours. Do you understand that?’
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