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Herric stood in the silence. The brazier hissed. The snow fell beyond the high windows. He looked down at the body of the man who had made him, broken him, and finally released him.

The Duke’s mark. A coiled serpent eating its own tail. a man rides through by stephen r donaldson.pdf

“You burned my village,” Herric said. His voice was flat. Not angry. Angry was for men who still had hope. Herric stood in the silence

“Herric,” the Duke said, without surprise. “I wondered when you’d come. The smith? The miller’s daughter? You always did take these things personally.” He looked down at the body of the

He was a man who had once believed in oaths. Now he believed in silence.

The Duke tilted his head. “I burned a village. The fact that it was yours is incidental. You swore an oath to me, Herric. You broke it when you rode away. The punishment for desertion is death. The punishment for those who harbor a deserter is—well. You saw.”