Set the boy free. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Presently he turned to Courtlaw.
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