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"That I know," Artavash snapped. "Take the boy and
the women to the SEA RAVEN."
Radiz glared at Artavash, but held his temper in check.
A quartet of Kernaffi shepherded the women and Sturm
toward the boarding bridge. Soren started to struggle
against his captors despite the naked blade at his throat. A
sharp exclamation from one of the soldiers brought
Artavash and Radiz up short.
"What about him?" asked Radiz.
"Kill him," said Artavash with a shrug.
"No!" cried Sturm. He ducked under a hedge of
javelins and dashed to the sergeant. "Please do not harm
him!"
"And why not?" demanded Artavash. "He is a man-at-
arms, and dangerous. I cannot take him aboard the SEA
RAVEN as a guest."
"He is my f-friend," Sturm pleaded.
Artavash went to where the five Kernaffi held the far
bigger Soren immobilized. The sergeant was the only man
present tall enough to look her in the eye.
"Give me your oath," she said, "that you will be
peaceful, and I will let you live."
Sturm looked up at him and his eyes said, "Please,
Soren!"
"Don't do it, man!" Captain Graff shouted. "Don't trust
that bloody sea witch!"
Artavash whirled and flung her knife at the old captain.
It buried to the hilt in his chest
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