“Then you are saying that the souls of these Perdruin-folk are for sale?” Miriamele demanded. “That they have no loyalty to any but the strong?” Cadrach smiled. “That has the ring of disdain, my lady, but it seems an accurate summing up, yes.” “Then they’re no better than—” she looked around carefully, fighting down anger, “—no better than whores!” The monk’s weathered face took on a cool, distant cast; his smile was now a mere formality. “Not everyone can stand up and be a hero, Princess,” he said quietly. “Some prefer to surrender to the inevitable and salve their consciences with the gift
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