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the command was bellowed, and for a moment it seemed that no one would obey. Then, as the beams of the bull\u2019s- eyes flashed over the mass of struggling opponents, the neophytes sprang apart, knowing that they had done their duties and now needed to clear the way for their liege lady\u2019s men-at-arms to finish the job.<\/p>\n

Their diligence and bravery were unquestionable, but against men in armor, other men in armor were the best opponents. The sudden calm revealed one intruder face down on the floorboards, unmoving, with another on his knees, Elizabeth\u2019s poniard at his throat while a neophyte was busy wrapping herself around his feet, using her full strength to keep him from getting any control of his legs back. As militiamen moved to point their own Fangs\u2019 swords at him, he ceased to struggle, and Lady Beth released him to them.<\/p>\n

The third assailant was more intransigent. As the light fell on him and the corporal of the Lions demanded his surrender yet again, he kept his feet and clutched a gauntleted fist around a neophyte\u2019s throat as he grasped her to himself bodily, using her like a shield in a vicious embrace. Despite her vulnerability, the young woman kept struggling while the intruder pointed his sword at the militia, as if to keep up the fight. \u201cLet me pass, or I\u2019ll kill her,\u201d he growled, and the militiamen hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be a damned fool, Wilforn,\u201d Amelia said, half stepping from amidst her closest guardians. From that first moment of this inept assassination attempt, Amelia had recognized his voice, and the lamplight now confirmed the fact for her. \u201cDo you doubt me, witch?\u201d the squire demanded. He laid his blade against the neophyte\u2019s belly. Amelia had no uncertainty that the edge would slash her shift to ribbons in an instant, and even if he did not use the weapon, her red face showed that his grip must surely be brutally painful around her throat.<\/p>\n

If his blade did not wound her, he would soon throttle all breath from her body. \u201cRelease her or you will die, no matter her fate!\u201d the leader of the militiamen declared.<\/p>\n

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Published in the United States by Blade of Truth Publishing Company Cover art by JCaleb Design Map art copyright \u00a9 2024 Matthew Barron This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events portrayed in these stories are either products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Contact the publisher via email at: chadd@bladeoftruthpublishing.com Paperback ISBN: 978-1-64248-050-4 eBook ISBN: 978-1-64248-048-1 OceanofPDF.com Grand Kingdom map Bridgetown Map Prologue 1.<\/p>\n

Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter Contents 11. Chapter 12. Chapter 13. Chapter 14. Chapter 15. Chapter 16. Chapter 17. Chapter 18. Chapter 19. Chapter 20. Chapter 21. Chapter 22. Chapter 23. Chapter 24. Chapter 25. Chapter 26. Chapter 27. Chapter 28. Chapter 29. Chapter 30. Chapter 31. Chapter 32. Chapter 33. Chapter 34. Chapter 35. Chapter 36. Chapter 37. Chapter 38. Chapter 39. Chapter 40. Chapter 41. Chapter 42. Chapter 43. Chapter 44. Chapter 45.<\/p>\n

Chapter 46. Chapter 47. Chapter 48. Chapter 49. Chapter 50. Chapter 51. Chapter 52. Chapter 53. Chapter 54. Chapter 55. Chapter 56. Chapter 57. Chapter 58. Chapter 59. Chapter 60. Chapter 61. Chapter 62. Chapter 63. Chapter 64. Chapter 65. Chapter 66. Chapter 67. Chapter 68. Chapter 69. Chapter 70. Chapter 71.<\/p>\n

Chapter 72. Chapter 73. Chapter 74. Chapter 75. Chapter 76. Chapter 77. Chapter 78. Chapter 79. Chapter 80. Chapter 81. Chapter 82. Chapter 83. Chapter 84. Chapter 85. Chapter 86. Chapter 87. Chapter Epilogue Glossary Thanks for Reading About Matt Barron Also By Matt Barron More from Publisher OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com he girl had disappeared?<\/p>\n

How was that possible? Like so many of Bridgetown\u2019s streets in the predawn hour, this thoroughfare, hemmed in on each side by tenements rising two and three stories high, was a path of ruin. The running battles of the night were passing, and in the meager light, ghost-like figures were emerging timidly from their homes to see what might be salvaged of their lives and their town. Amongst the yeomen townsfolk who were clearing the bodies of the slain from their gutters and wondering if they could find food in the coming day, the many-faced being known to those who did know it only as a lyrebird, affected the same shock as the Bridgetown natives\u2014shuffling and seemingly bewildered.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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