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Despite Agnesâs concerns that my body might be permanently damaged, I still hoped to make a full recovery.īy late morning we had slowed our pace to a fast walk. So far my bouts of weakness had not occurred at moments of immediate danger. I pushed them away and tried to be optimistic. I tried to put all doubts about my fitness to the back of my mind, but they nagged at me like rotting teeth.
My weakness had not returned, but my stamina was not as good as usual. We continued north at a slightly slower pace. He flinched at my close proximity but did not resist as I hoisted him up onto my shoulder. I halted again, handed the sack to Thorne and grabbed the boy. Whatever his level of fitness, his confinement would have weakened him. I glanced back at the boy he was breathing heavily with the exertion of the run. The drunken men would stand no chance against our enemies, but they might slow up the pursuit a little. We ran on, and soon we heard a distant bestial roar, followed by screams and shouts of fear and anger. That should prove interesting! Theyâll be wetting themselves!â âThe bandits are between us and our enemies. The creature was approaching from the south and was on our trail. He who walks with a witch should also keep his distance. He who eats with the Devil needs a long spoon.
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