“Of course, Archlord,” Morigan said respectfully, inclining her head before hurrying out. I want the proof to be clear when the Blessed Order comes sniffing.” “You may send someone to heal Stievin, but they’re not allowed to remove him from the wall. In Nuthaan, the consequences of such an act were brutally and decisively permanent. It was beyond dishonorable to rape, or harm an unarmed woman (armed was an entirely different matter). Nuthaanian males held their women in high regard. Nuthaanians, for all their fierce, violent ways had strict laws about such things. He’s a Nuthaanian after all,” she huffed, looking as though she wouldn’t mind doing the deed herself. “Well, he’ll castrate him at the very least. “If he kills Stievin, then a part of Isiilde will die too.” “No, he won’t.” Morigan blinked with surprise at his matter-of-factness. “Oenghus will kill Stievin,” she grunted.
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