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I could run for ever, if only there were ground before me for my feet to tread.
“No,” the grey-beard said, his voice like gravel. “He’s one of the Bloodsworn now.”
drew its blade across her forearm, a line of blood welling. She held her arm over the open barrow and watched as blood ran down her arm into her palm, and dripped from her fingertips on to Thorkel’s face. “I am blood. I am death, I am vengeance,” she said, her voice flat, empty.
“What?” she said, glaring. “I am thinking that you have a pleasing face,” he said, with a twitch of his lips,
