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. 'You could not
have given him that. It would have been worse than death."
Perian looked straight ahead without blinking. "No, I
couldn't have done that."
Flint looked brightly at the paper beneath her hand on the
rickety table. "What are you doing?"
She tapped her chin with the end of the quill. "Making a
list of the things we'll need on the trail to Hillhome." She
scratched a note. "How far do you figure it is to this little vil-
lage of yours?"
Astounded, Flint could barely keep the smile from his
face. "You mean you'd help me - I mean Hillhome?"
"Just try and stop me!" she said, setting her shoulders defi-
antly.
"But why? Why would you risk your life for strangers?"
"You're hardly a stranger," she laughed. "You've saved my
life twice in the last, what - five days?"
Flint rolled his eyes. "Your life wouldn't have needed sav-
ing if it hadn't been for my bumbling in the first place."
Perian wrinkled her nose in disagreement. "We've been
over that already. I was at the breaking point anyway.
Something had to give." She hesitated, then quickly added,
watching his expression, "- and then luckily you came
along
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