Except it’s then I think of the look on the knight’s face as he lifted the child free—as if it was the most precious treasure in the world, something found after a lifetime of searching. That same hunger is on the face of every Otherman in the woods, unmistakable in their yearning. I rack my brain, my thoughts muddy with fear. Have I ever seen an Otherwoman? Is there any such thing? I drop the bow, open my jerkin and shrug it off my shoulders. The shirt beneath follows, then my breeches, until I’m naked and shivering in air that’s lost any sense of summer. For one awful moment, I think I’m
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