They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away.
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