Baldanders’s deep, dull voice came from behind us now. “I will carry you.” She glanced back at him. “What? On top of all the rest?” He did not reply. “When I say I want to ride, I don’t mean, as you seem to think, like a fool at a flogging.” In my imagination, I saw the giant’s sad nod. Jolenta was afraid of looking foolish, and what I am going to write now will sound foolish indeed, though it is true. You, my reader, may enjoy yourself at my expense. It struck me then how fortunate I was, and how fortunate I had been since leaving the Citadel. Dorcas I knew was my friend—more than a lover, a
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