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were she ashamed, her face might have reddened then.

eivor laughed aloud, colliding their shoulders as she thought of what next to say — 

"burn in me a song," she ended that sentence. "i stand in our flame, our saga is writ, i raise up my blade,"

hot breath snorted from her nostrils; her eyes were for solveig entire, though she sidestepped a cluster of revel-makers, finding their pace once more.