Why bother? she growled. Her voice was hard as her stare. Whether either of these women was Black was a problem for another time, though. They knew who she was, the truth of it.
Asunawa was not taken aback; he was no coward. If she could only sleep, she could put away memories of the morning's horrible journeys by boat. As I said, Mistress Anan, you are under a misapprehension. At first the arrows that arched highest passed over this wall, but then they too began striking something unseen and bouncing back.
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