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nothing more would be forthcoming. she was resolved in this small amount of words, and so at last senmut gestured to one of the guards.

"leave, my lady."

there had been an opportunity to tell senmut everything pertinent; this was vague hearsay and he offered nothing for it. akashingo could not afford to hand blind strength to anyone without significant influence to themselves.

his eyes were placid. for now.