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. Two more stood by
with Soren, whose hands were chained together.
Artavash slit Sturm's sashes with the shortsword, and
the young Brightblade threw his arms around his mother.
"They're going to kill me!" Sturm cried.
"This can't be true!" Lady Ilys gasped, turning to
Artavash, who merely shrugged.
"My lady, your son spoke truly. These people mean to
kill young Sturm," said Soren.
Lady Ilys pushed her son behind her skirt. Mistress
Carin moved in on Sturm's other side. Lady Ilys declared,
"No one shall move from this spot until some explanation is
given for the barbarous manner in which we are being
treated!"
Artavash rubbed her temples a few times and said, "The
explanation is this. My master, Mukhari Ras, has need of
your son's life. If you interfer in the slightest way, you, your
maid, and your man will be speedily killed."
"Impudent pirate! Do you think my son is a lamb, to be
butchered for that walking scarecrow's evil purposes?"
"It matters little what you say, Lady. Mukhari Ras
commands it, and it will be done." She gestured to the
Kernaffi soldiers. They pulled Lady Ilys and Carin apart.
Artavash reached for Sturm.
Chained or not, Soren could not stand idly by as
Artavash laid hands on his charges
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