‘How do you propose—’ Kellanved began, and turned quickly. As he did so his walking stick struck the brazier, which fell, its coals scattering against the tent in a rain of embers. ‘Oh dear,’ he murmured. ‘You fool!’ their host snarled. ‘What have you done?’ The sun-dried canvas burst afire. ‘Apologies.’ Kellanved thrust a handful of nearby furs on to it, which themselves immediately roared into flame. The bent rag-wrapped figure waved his arms in a panic, backing away. ‘You idiot! You utter complete imbecile!’ He pointed at Kellanved. ‘I will cast you so far afield for this you shall never be
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