“Something’s happening, something’s wrong,” he whispered
into her ear. “When everyone’s here, don’t wait for me. Take them all back to
our camp. Tigano couldn’t talk, but wants to meet me later. I’ll make my own
way back after I’ve talked to him, but it’ll be late. He’s set the eleventh
hour as the time.”
“Bring him with you afterward,” Dexya said grimly. “He’s
risked enough on our behalf.”
“I will, if he’ll come.”
“If he won’t come willingly,” Dexya said, “then whack him
over the head and bring him anyway.”
Quibell chuckled at her proposed solution as he moved away
from her position and melted into the darkness. (From Fabric of the World by Scott Ashby) http://tinyurl.com/ophfp6u
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