“I took an oath to protect you!” he interrupted me. “You? I never asked any oath of you!” “You didn’t,” he agreed, “but I still swore an oath to protect you.” “When?” I asked. “I don’t remember any such oath.” “I took it two heartbeats ago,” he said, “and if you can be tied by a stupid oath, so can I.” “I release you from any oath—” Again he interrupted me. “Someone has to keep you alive. Seems God gave me the task of keeping you away from barley fields.” I touched the hammer and tried to convince myself that I was making the right decision. “There are no barley fields in Lundene,” I told
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Finan só não é mais fofo porque tem Osferth em algum lugar na Mercia.
