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he bore with him not poppy, but birch, which could give some relief.

she deserved the pain, he felt. it would teach her that whatever she worshipped did not elevate her so high. agony was a binding tie.

germanicus had known her truth as he lay her against the floor of this den. now he spoke it.

"you are with child."

the ranger thrust a piece of fish he had brought also into the space between he and she and left it there.

"it is wicked heathenry to kill a woman in such a state. i will hold you here until you heal or they are born. then you will face those you have wronged."