The Crown and the Dragon Page #2

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wenching in the country.

I won't say it again, Leif.

After all we've been through,

you take some giglets part over me?

And here we were gonna be partners?

There's plenty

of sympathizers blood to spill,

plenty of plunder,

and women.

I've got enough blood on my hands.

What'll you do Aedin, try farming?

My father was a farmer.

So was mine,

and the happiest day of his life,

was the day that poor bastard died.

Well, if we're to part,

let it be in friendship. Eh?

Come here.

No bastard holds a knife to my throat.

I'll not forget.

- Another time, m'lady.

- To hell with you!

Like enough,

but not this day.

Hedge-born villain!

He wasn't always that way.

War what comes after

changes some men.

This is yours.

I'm sorry for whatever part

I played in your aunt's death.

It ain't safe for you here.

Just get past Butcher's Creek,

then join the road again.

Farewell, lass.

Please, please, I need to get to Ghel.

Can you help me?

I've got my own problems.

- I am Elenn of Adair...

- I'm no sort of escort

Ghel's dangerous.

Still crawling with Vitalion patrols,

thick as fleas on rats.

And they'll be lookin' for me.

If it weren't for me you'd still be bound

and heading for the gallows.

I'm grateful, but I know enough

not to stick my head back in the noose.

My life's worth more than that.

Sorry, lass.

My aunt owned a large tract of land

south of Queen's Ford.

It takes a full day to ride the perimeter.

It's mine now.

I'll give you all you can ride around

in the morning

if you can take me to the Leode

at Ghel in three days.

It'd take two days to get to Ghel...

off the road for a man.

In battle condition.

Hard country between here and Ghel.

You think you're up to it?

Yes.

All right. What's on the table?

What?

What can you give me now.

As security.

In the case that you can't keep

your temper,

you claw up some face

I can't scare off with a pen knife?

Here. It's all I have.

I can trade it for coin

when we get to Ghel.

What's in there?

It's not mine to give...

A full morning, you say?

Sun up to noon.

- I choose the horse.

- Well, then I need an oath.

On the haft and hilt,

I am thy man and soldier.

The name's Aedin.

- Elenn Baretheon.

- Aye, you said.

Now stick to the trees.

Stupid fool.

You heard what he spoke?

Yes, Master.

Then bring it to me.

Kill those who carry it.

You're heavier than you look.

Pretty dress. Shame about the color.

What are you doing?!

Keep moving princess,

we've got a long way to yet.

A plague of fire.

Aye.

Dammit!

Gods in hell...

Thieving bastard!

- Careful.

- Give it back!

Not till you answer some questions.

Now put that thing away

before you get lucky.

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