‘She kept saying she needed to go back.’ ‘What? Why?’ Brasti asked. Quil turned and looked at Arsehole. ‘She said she needed to make sure her horse was okay.’ One of the other Greatcoats laughed at that, but I didn’t. I bent down and as I lifted Chalmers up so that I could take her to her tent, Quil and I kept staring at each other. For all the disputes over the direction of the country or who should or shouldn’t rule, at least we agreed on one thing. We all knew what a Greatcoat was.
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