I should be honored, my lady. We ask for the Mother's mercy, and for the Warrior to give him strength. Her stomach gurgled. A honeycomb made of ice.
A yawn escaped him, then another. They drank a cup to Kojja Mo, and one to Dalla's boy. With mine own hands I flung the first torch onto his flagship. Lord Nestor cleared his throat.
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