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Updated: June 6, 2025
Eagerly he watched as she came to meet him Issa; then she turned her face full towards him, and he saw that it was Esmay. He sprang forward. A roll of drums beating the charge, and Constans started. "At last!" he said. Piers Minor, keeping as closely as possible to cover, worked his way slowly to the northward and towards the Stockader camp, on the Palace Road.
He could think only of a thresher with his flail as Ulick, bludgeoning right and left, won clear from the press of Stockader foes surrounding him and rejoined his own ranks. A confused idea that he wanted to speak to Ulick suddenly oppressed Constans; he half started to follow him. Piers Minor, at his elbow, held him back and shouted a caution.
The lad had been crowded up against a projecting angle and was quite breathless when the Stockader, arching his back against the pressure, broke the jam by sheer strength and pulled the stripling out of his dangerous position. But what a fine color came back into the white cheeks as the twain recognized each other!
The black eyes snapped back at him unwinkingly. "Let me speak, then you hurt me." Piers Minor loosened his hold upon the slender throat. "Go on." "You are a Stockader, and there is a young man with you, fair-haired and with dark eyes Constans by name? Do you know him?" "Well, and if I do?" "Will you tell me where and how I can see him? Just a word, or, if not, then to send him a message."
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