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Matya sighed. She could not do it. How could she live
with herself, knowing it was she who had silenced
Trevarre's noble voice forever? She could strike a bargain
for anything - anything but another's life. Belek had been
right. There were some bargains that weren't worth making.
"There IS something wrong," Matya blurted. "Something
terribly wrong." She told Trevarre of her conversation with
Ciri. "You see, we must leave - now!"
The knight shook his head.
"She is evil!" Matya protested.
"I cannot believe it, Matya."
"What?" she said in shock. Although Ciri had warned
her, Matya still was shocked. She had given up the greatest
bargain of her life, and now he claimed that he didn't
believe her? "But what reason would I have to lie to you,
Trevarre? Has her loveliness made a slave of you already?"
Her voice was bitter.
He held up a hand. "I did not say that I do not believe
you, Matya. I said that I cannot. I cannot believe evil of
another without proof." He sighed and paced about the
ruined cottage, which to his eyes still looked warm and
hospitable. "How can I explain it to you, Matya? It has to do
with the Measure I swore to uphold. Ciri sent out a plea for
help, and I have answered it. Yes, she is lovely, but that is
hardly the reason I cannot heed your warnings, Matya. She
has shown me nothing but courtesy. To leave without aiding
her would be a grave dishonor. And you know - "
"Yes, I know," Matya said harshly. " 'Your honor is
your life.' But what if she tried to harm you?"
"That would be different
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