“I swear to watch over you, Jun of No Tribe, for the next few hours while you sleep. I swear to protect you from any spirit or animal or living or dead thing that may mean you harm or mischief. I swear you will wake up again, and I swear that you will be rested.” “One of your famous oaths,” Jun said lightly, but Keema could tell that he was moved by it, by the way he wouldn’t look at him. As if defeated, Jun fell onto his back and shut his eyes. “Fine. At least I know that if you fuck this up you have to disembowel yourself.” “I hope that brings you much comfort as you sleep.” “Oh. It does.”
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