Labels:book | bulletin board | monitor | poster | reckoner | sky OCR: "No! No! came terrified voice through the mud and what seemed like a of hair Mourngrym shifted some of it aside with a finger and discov ered that he was staring into the tear filled aston ished eves of young giri They stared at each other for moment the girl's quick, ragged breathing the only sound between them Mourngrym practiced eye saw that she might be rather beautiful, without the tears errant hair and all the mud. She might have seen eleven summers certainly no more 'Are you all right? he asked gravely offering her his hand She rolled over slowly, wincing. The hilt and rusty blade an old sword broken off short long ago fell from the folds of the too-large leather jerkin she wore Mourngrym plucked away; she shivered, and bit her lip His fingers found the torn and sliced leather of th ...
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